The miasma was as thick as dark ink, swallowing me whole in an instant. A choking stench and a dizzying pressure washed over me. Forcing back the discomfort, I circulated my spiritual energy to protect my entire body and glanced back over my shoulder.
As expected, Bearded Chen had chased after me, though his pace was much slower than before, clearly wary of the miasma. The rogue cultivators behind him all wore terrified expressions, hesitating whether to press on.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings!" Bearded Chen roared angrily. "This brat is already at the end of his rope! As long as we kill him, the spirit herbs and that treasure are ours!"
Chapter 27