Deep within the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
The mist hidden among the towering giant trees shimmered with a faint purple under the sunlight.
The surroundings were utterly silent, as if devoid of life.
"Such terrifying miasma, I'm afraid ordinary Core Formation cultivators could only exert sixty to seventy percent of their strength here, if that."
The deeper he ventured, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed.
However, the Phoenix Cry Bird was different. As a natural nemesis of poison and Yin spirits, it was excitedly gazing into the depths of the miasma, as if something delicious lay within.
The terrifying miasma was utterly ineffective against the Phoenix Cry Bird, after all, its body nurtured a wisp of golden divine flame.
The miasma absorbed into its body was refined by the golden divine flame in an instant.
Nonetheless, Lin Chang'an still injected his own mana into the Phoenix Cry Bird's body.
