When they reached the edge of the Endless Fog, Bai Yu and his squires came to a stop. They could feel a thickening amount of abyssal dust devouring their vitality and spiritual perception.0

“You may begin,” Bai Yu ordered while looking straight ahead.0

At this point, there was no turning back. Mo Xifeng grabbed the abyssal stone he had received from the Fog Monarch and, with a small gritting of his teeth, crushed it to pieces.0

The crushed abyssal stone immediately started dissipating and emitting thin wafts of gray fog.0

Bai Yu frowned. He was wearing a calm and stalwart expression, but he was secretly pushing his spiritual perception to the max. Despite this, he could not sense any soul aura whatsoever.0

It was as if the abyssal stone was no more than an ordinary abyssal stone.0

(And it was.)5

Mo Xifeng was already kneeling on the ground and crying out in a deep, painful voice, “The Profound Desert Realm King, Mo Xifeng, requests a meeting with you, Fog Monarch.”0

His voice spread far and wide before the endless layers of abyssal dust devoured it all.0

He received no response.0

Bai Yu glanced at the scattered bits of abyssal stone once before letting out a cold chuckle. “Hah! It looks like you were fooled, Profound Desert Realm King. The stone is just an ordinary abyssal stone, and it doesn’t contain any soul message whatsoever. It must have been a fa—”0

Before he could finish, the sky abruptly turned dark, and countless cries of shock erupted all around him.0

Bai Yu immediately spun around...0