Hong Yan's brows furrowed. It was obvious that Zhuo Bufan had been setting a trap for them from the very beginning.
Just as Hong Yan was about to expose Zhuo Bufan's scheme, Ye Qingchen waved his hand.
"Senior Sister Hong Yan, since I agreed to cooperate with them, I'm confident I can handle their tricks. We're still working together and need to use each other for now. It's not the right time to turn on them."
"Okay, I believe in you!" Hong Yan nodded, continuously scattering the Fog Clearing Powder to drive away the poisonous fog gathering behind them.
After moving forward for seven or eight minutes, they had nearly reached the center of the mist. The toxic gas here was at least two to three times denser than it was on the outskirts. Zhuo Bufan, who led the way, kept scattering Fog Clearing Powder, barely managing to dispel the poison in front of them.
