The moment he stepped into the Mist Forest, Fang Han's vision suddenly narrowed.
The mist was so thick it was almost tangible, like a heavy layer of gray-white cotton stuffing every gap between heaven and earth.
His Eye Power could only penetrate twenty to thirty zhang. Anything farther was just a hazy silhouette, impossible to make out clearly.
Tree branches twisted and contorted in the mist. The dark canopies resembled baring-fanged, claw-brandishing monsters, their outlines blurred against the gray-white backdrop, their details indistinct.
Underfoot lay a thick layer of decaying leaves, soft and yielding, making almost no sound when stepped on.
HUMMM—
With a flicker of his will, Fang Han fully activated the Netherworld Guide.
A cool stream of air flowed between his nostrils and through his meridians as an invisible, intangible Perception Power spread out around him like a spider's web.
