Soul Emperor Martial God

Xiao Yi's footsteps paused once more.

He had entered the ten-thousand-mile range of the Mist Mountain Range, the most dangerous area within what is deemed the first danger zone.

How much further he could advance, and what dangers lay ahead, he had no idea.

Even the Main Hall had little intelligence regarding this area.

And now, with all the bizarre occurrences he had encountered, he understood none of it.

"Come out," Xiao Yi called out in a low voice.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and the Wind Saint Pot materialized out of thin air.

A wisp of white mist slowly drifted out from it, and it was none other than the Fog Demon.

"This place is different from the Mist Dangerous Land. The fog here is denser. Can you wander through it safely?"

Xiao Yi looked at the Fog Demon and asked.

The Fog Demon's spiritual intelligence wasn't high. After hovering around the area for a while, it finally nodded.

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Yi nodded.

Within the ten-thousand-mile range, the fog grew thicker, further limiting his vision.

If he had to describe it, the sight was nothing but a vast world of dense white fog.

He couldn't see the sky above or anything beyond three hundred meters ahead.

What surprised him most was that even his perceptive powers were greatly restricted here.

It's important to know that perceptive skills come from one's Small World.

Considering the vastness and strength of his Small World, it was still affected.

His perception range and intensity had decreased by more than half.

It seemed there was a strange force within this fog that he didn't understand.

"Help me find someone," Xiao Yi said succinctly.

The Fog Demon paused, speechless.

Xiao Yi smirked, "Someone like me, anyone will do."

Hearing this, the Fog Demon moved, disappearing into the fog within moments.

Originally, since the Fog Demon could freely traverse here, Xiao Yi intended to let it directly find the target person.

But the Fog Demon's low intelligence would likely leave it more confused even with a portrait.

It could recognize him because part of its spiritual intelligence was under his control.

To the Fog Demon, probably no one else would look different.

So Xiao Yi simply let it find anyone it could.

Outside this ten-thousand-mile range, no martial artist would dare to enter.

...

Xiao Yi waited at the spot, able to sense the Fog Demon's situation through the Wind Saint Pot at any time.

A dozen minutes later, the Fog Demon emerged from the fog, returning.

"Master, I found someone," the Fog Demon spoke in broken words.

Xiao Yi nodded, "Lead the way."

The Fog Demon vanished into the fog again, and Xiao Yi followed closely.

After a while, the Fog Demon stopped.

Staring at the scene before him, Xiao Yi's pupils shrank.

On the ground lay scattered corpses.

The corpses wore identical uniforms.

Xiao Yi immediately recognized these uniforms as belonging to the Demon Hunting Palace Law Enforcement Team.

Whoosh… Xiao Yi's figure flashed, quickly inspecting the scene.

The faces of the bodies were identical to those he had encountered before, each bearing a look of panic.

However, compared to earlier corpses, those within this area seemed to reflect even greater fear.

Some faces were even severely twisted.

"Three Law Enforcement Teams, eight Deacons, one Chief Steward," Xiao Yi's eyes were full of shock, "What did you encounter?"

These martial artists were all elite martial artists from the Demon Hunting Hall Main Hall.

The Chief Steward, in particular, had a cultivation at the Saint Realm.

Yet here they all died silently, without even a trace of battle.

What kind of person or thing could possess such a capability?

"Keep looking," Xiao Yi glanced at the Fog Demon beside him and instructed.

Whoosh… The Fog Demon obeyed and left.

Two hours later, with the Fog Demon's guidance, Xiao Yi continuously found teams of Demon Hunting Hall martial artists.

So far, he had found a total of sixteen Deacons, two Chief Stewards, and five Law Enforcement Teams' corpses.

There was no doubt that these bodies were the martial artists previously dispatched by the Demon Hunting Hall.

They had not disappeared without a trace but all perished here silently.

"Huff." Xiao Yi took a deep breath, his gaze icy cold.

The Fog Demon had gone out searching again.

There were still two Deacons, one Chief Steward, and one Law Enforcement Team not yet found.

This time, it seemed to take a long time.

After over two hours, the Fog Demon finally drifted back.

However, upon returning, the Fog Demon remained speechless, its eyes full of confusion.

This indicated that the Fog Demon had encountered something beyond its comprehension.

"What happened?" Xiao Yi asked.

"I don't know," the Fog Demon answered dully.

"Couldn't find them, wandered for a long time, couldn't move forward."

The Fog Demon's words were halting, but Xiao Yi understood.

"Where couldn't you move?" Xiao Yi asked.

The Fog Demon remained silent, staring blankly.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but laugh wryly; he had forgotten that the Fog Demon couldn't explain things in detail, only lead the way at best.

In truth, the Fog Demon's silly and foolish appearance actually looked quite adorable.

Of course, that is, if one overlooked the blood-stained sickle it held in its hand, exuding a bloody aura.

"Lead the way," Xiao Yi instructed.

Whoosh… The Fog Demon merged into the fog to lead the way.

An hour later, the Fog Demon stopped beneath a dense fog.

Its body formed of white mist continually attempted to move forward but failed to advance.

It seemed something was blocking it.

Xiao Yi frowned and moved forward to sense the situation.

"Hmm? A formation?" Xiao Yi was taken aback.

Indeed, a formation lay ahead, but what exactly it was, Xiao Yi could not determine for now.

This formation was what halted the Fog Demon's progress.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi uttered a soft sound of surprise after checking.

This formation seemed familiar somehow; no, it wasn't that he had seen it before, but it felt familiar.

Before Xiao Yi could figure it out, a mysterious traction from the formation barrier forcibly enveloped him.

"Not good," Xiao Yi's eyes widened in astonishment, quickly attempting to retreat.

"Break it for me." A surge of Purple Flame gathered in Xiao Yi's hand, intending to forcibly break this traction.

In this Mist Mountain Range, where everything hinted at the bizarre, Xiao Yi dared not be recklessly pulled in.

However, the traction's power was far beyond his expectations.

His flame had scarcely flickered before it dissipated under the formation's power.

Subsequently, his figure was directly pulled into the formation.

"Damn it," Xiao Yi cursed under his breath.

His footsteps halted as he was now inside the formation.

Barely had he steadied his stance when suddenly, a stream of light shot towards him from the distance.

The sky-breaking sound of the stream was piercing, clearly very powerful.

Xiao Yi reacted swiftly, casting out a Purple Flame, easily breaking the stream of light.

"Who?" Xiao Yi's gaze turned icy.

The stream of light just now was clearly condensed from a martial artist's Primordial Power.

In a flash, his figure darted in the direction from which the stream of light had come.

In his hand, Purple Flame was densely covered.

His mind already linked with the Martial Arts True Intent, releasing his domain,

it could burst out with the strongest power at a moment's thought.

Boom… The astonishing aura instantly dispersed the surrounding fog.

A figure appeared ahead in his vision.

Xiao Yi's fist came down heavily.

"Ah," a clear exclamation rang out.

"Hmm?" As Xiao Yi focused on the figure, he withdrew his flame instantly.

In front of him was a young woman, about in her early twenties.

Her attire was lavish, yet now she looked rather disheveled.

"Huoo Linlang, found you," Xiao Yi instantly recognized the woman before him, his eyes lit up with joy.

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First update.