Layers of fog gushed over from all directions, emitting an ear-piercing whistle as they blotted out the sun and sky. The fog directly trapped the Chosen of the Cangxuan Sect. 

Trapped inside, all the Chosen found that everything was chaotic and that it was difficult to distinguish directions.    

There were also terrifying balls of light constantly whizzing around in the boundless fog, each filled with killing intent.

Chu Qing wrinkled his brows slightly, then quickly performed a hand seal with both hands. The Heavenly Luo Umbrella fiercely vibrated to withstand the Genesis Qi light balls.

“Jiang Taishen, Zhan Taiqing and Jin Chanzi are heading straight for the top of the mountain,” Yaoyao said all of a sudden.

Li Qingchan's, Kong Sheng's and the others’ expressions changed when they heard Yaoyao. If they were to let Jiang...