Zhang Bin let out a cold laugh, and a set of gray armor appeared on him; this was a middle-grade magical treasure.
It covered his entire body, including his feet.
He took a gentle step forward, sealing his nostrils to prevent the evil red mist from entering his body.
He didn't need to absorb oxygen from the air at all.
Xiao Qing could entirely provide him with oxygen.
So, he continued on cautiously, taking out an instrument to pick and test the medicinal properties of the plants growing along the way.
A faint smile appeared on his face because the herbs were all of high quality.
The farther he moved from the bluestone slab, the more abundant the herbs became.
Now, he clearly understood that the Youming Sect indeed had many geniuses who could come here.
However, they also dared not venture too far from the bluestone slab.
Because they couldn't breathe.
Of course, they could fly, but flying too quickly might encounter deadly danger in the air.
