Fog pervaded the mountains as an icy shadow swept past.

Zhou Yuan was seated on Little Frost’s back, his Spirit senses spreading outwards. Although the fog could distort one’s sense of direction, Zhou Yuan was just barely able to guide them through his powerful Spirit.

“To the left.” Uttered Zhou Yuan.

Little Frost immediately shook its wings, turning directions.

“We’ve already reached the depths of the mountain range.” Zhou Yuan glanced to his rear, his gaze frosty as he continued, “They’re still closely following us. How patient.”

He could detect several presences some distance behind, tailing them like shadows. It was clear that Wu Huang and gang did not intend to give up so easily.

Zhen Xu said in a low voice, “What do we do now? Any deeper and we will begin to encounter grade 4 Genesis Beasts.”

Zhou Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared into the depths of the fog, faintly seeing a shimmer of gold, while...