The black mist was permeated with a biting chill, like countless cold hands touching the skin, making one's hair stand on end. Chen Haotian and Su Wanqing exchanged a glance and slowly stepped into this unknown domain. The surrounding black mist was not merely a simple obstacle, but a special energy possessing corrosive power. With every step forward, Chen Haotian could feel signs of his true qi being eroded.
"This black mist can actually absorb true qi. No wonder cultivators from the outside world rarely make it out of here alive." Su Wanqing tightened her grip on her jade flute and vigilantly scanned her surroundings.
Chen Haotian nodded. "Since we've reached this point, we must not give up halfway. Watch your step; we can't rule out the presence of other traps."
Chapter 121