In the endless mist, a white-haired young man strode forward.
Lin Feng had been walking for a day and a night, but in the infinite mist, there was no distinction between day and night.
The space within the mist was distorted, and he simply followed the distorted trajectory of the space, advancing continuously.
Lin Feng believed that as long as he kept walking like this, he would eventually find a way out.
Although his direction occasionally deviated, it wasn't enough to get him lost in the thick fog.
Time passed, and Lin Feng forgot everything, focusing on his journey.
Occasionally encountering attacks from Demon Beasts, Lin Feng dispatched them with a wave of his hand.
He had now reached the First Layer of the Martial King Realm. Even if he could only exert twenty percent of his strength, he was much stronger than when he first entered the Mist Mountain Range.
Uncertain of how much time had passed, perhaps three days or five days, Lin Feng still hadn't exited the mist.
