Meng Zhe and company flew through the fog-shrouded landscape. None of them dared to employ any sort of teleportation here.0

This was the Abyss of Dark Fog, the most dangerous place in the Dark Province. They were Immortal Kings, but that didn’t matter. A moment’s incaution, and they risked getting swept into a spatial rift. That would mean the end of them and their Daos!0

Su Yi followed at the tail end of the procession, cold and silent. The quieter he was, the less likely he was to let something slip.0

Along the way, the man in beast skin robes furrowed his brow. “The Abyss of Dark Fog is enormous, with numerous danger zones. Given the circumstances, hunting down Shen Mu is sure to be troublesome.”0

His archery had left a deep impression on Su Yi. The archer and the assassin, Meng Zhe, were the greatest threat when they worked together.0

“Don’t be in such a rush. A group of Immortal Kings is already keeping watch over the Abyss of Dark Fog. Shen Mu has no hope of escape,” said the woman in white calmly. “That aside, after fleeing into the Abyss of Dark Fog, Shen Mu is in danger too.”0

They conversed amongst themselves and came up with a strategy...0