Mist like gauze wound in layers among the towering ancient trees, shrouding the entire forest in a hazy, eerie atmosphere.
Lu Lei reached out to brush away a wisp of grayish-white mist before him. The mist felt almost substantial; as his fingers touched it, they blurred as if submerged in water, and a strange, faint tingling sensation pricked at his fingertips.
"There is something wrong with this mist," Lu Lei said, quickly pulling his hand back. He frowned, his expression grave. "My divine sense is suppressed to the point where I can only detect three yards around us. Everyone, stay alert."
Chapter 169