"You still need to put some effort into it later."

Yi Xia smiled, then said goodbye to Xun and jumped into the clouds.

Xun looked at Yi Xia who was flying away.

All I saw was a cloud of blood rolling in, with sparks of fire lingering in it.

Looking at it intently, I felt even more evil, as if a thousand pounds were weighing on my heart.

When Xun saw this, he immediately felt relieved.

He was so fierce and powerful, even more so than before.

Witches need authority, otherwise how can they frighten the evil spirits from all directions?

Not long after, Xun saw thick fog rising from Longmen Mountain in the distance.

Even if Xun used his eyesight, it would be difficult to see any trace of it.

When did that mountain god learn such good fortune?

Xun thought about it and felt that this was not like the method of a mountain god.

Come to think of it, I'm afraid it's Yi Xia's witchcraft.

But those who are good at using mist...

Xun hesitated for a moment, but he remembered some old things.

Like him, he is more proficient in the art of wind and rain.

If it is fogged, it can be tidied up barely.

But such heavy fog can already be used in war.

The only thing he could think of was the famous scene of the Battle of Zhuolu...

And the next moment, the sky suddenly turned dark.

There were faint bursts of thunder.

Then, in the dead silence, a beast shaped like a red leopard, with five tails and one horn, ran away from the fog.

The next moment, he was grabbed back by a pair of big hands!

At the same time, on the side of the Yi River, the space suddenly became somewhat chaotic.
Chapter completed!