Ergouzi felt his nerves fraying and muttered to himself.
"This must be an ancient formation, acting as a prison on this land," the Four-Legged Divine Dragon remarked.
Mo Yang frowned slightly. He spread his divine sense to scan the area, sensing that while this mist shrouded the entire ancient land of the Primordial Race, it was mostly concentrated on the periphery. Once through this outer layer, the path ahead would be clear.
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