Bai Mo could feel that as they delved deeper into the Yellow Springs, the connection at his fingertip with Fox Mountain was gradually weakening!
The four foxes widened their eyes, watching as one Ghost Messenger after another seemed frenzied, scrambling to fly out of the Yellow Springs, brushing past them!
Swish…
The Fire Cloud suddenly halted.
Bai Mo widened his eyes and looked ahead to see that the Yellow Springs Road had actually broken off.
Ahead lay a bottomless abyssal pit, severing the Yellow Springs Road!
Occasionally, some Ghost Messengers howled, recklessly trying to fly across the abyss, aiming for the other side, but it was as if the abyss possessed an endless suction, pulling them down and drawing them in!
Bai Mo looked at the purple bellflowers in Little Flower Arm's embrace... the bellflowers were still quiet, having not detected any contamination.
