"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The space was disturbingly fluctuating.
The three of them, Mo Wangchen and his companions, flew forward. Above their heads, the Cloud Mist Seal loomed, evolving into a form of destruction and reincarnation.
"I'm afraid we won't make it in time..."
Mu Ling couldn't help but furrow her brows.
Now, she could clearly feel that the Cloud Mist Seal had grown significantly stronger.
The current intensity clearly surpassed the level it was at when they first entered.
"We are a step too late!"
Finally, as they neared the edge of the mist, Saintess Yunxi couldn't help but frown deeply.
At this moment, the layer of mist before them had reached an unprecedented intensity, so powerful that even with a Holy Weapon, it was exceedingly difficult to carve a path to survival.
"What do we do now?"
Mu Ling's face looked somewhat grim. It was obvious she didn't want to be trapped here.
