The outskirts of Wangyue Island.
Everyone watched in astonishment as Zhao Wuji fled in a sorry state.
Just now, they only saw him enter the outer area of the mist, and suddenly, he started thrashing about and shouting crazily, his actions looking utterly deranged.
The noble image of Eldest Young Master Zhao of the past was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an ugly, exposed state.
They then looked again towards the pink mist, their eyes filled with deep dread and fear.
"What... what on earth is this?"
"Could it be... that Wangyue Island has already been swallowed by this mist?"
Zhao Wuji also displayed a deeply frightened look, "Such a bizarre illusory mist, capable of creating such a perilous illusion realm."
"If it hadn't been for the Life-Protecting Talisman given by the ancestor just now, I might have been lost here."
"This man named Qin is indeed not as simple as he seems."
