"Second Uncle, what is this?" Jing Fengyu exclaimed.
Jing Tianheng's eyes were dark, his tone serious as he said, "It's the gases corroding."
Everyone was startled and looked towards the location of the mist—
Sure enough, wherever the mist enveloped, everything was withering, trees had died, their trunks oozing pus, and the ground was full of potholes and covered with the same kind of pus they encountered on the previous path.
Everyone present was shocked, their bodies involuntarily taking a step back.
Jing Fengyu's heart sank, his eyes fixed on the toxic mist lurking in the shadows, his gaze unpredictable.
He desperately wanted to obtain his own Contracted Beast, but the current situation made it impossible to approach!
"Second Uncle, we simply can't get close," Jing Fengyu said darkly to Jing Tianheng.
Jing Tianheng had the same serious expression, his slightly furrowed eyes falling on his nephew, his tense facial lines speechless for a long time.
