Upon hearing this, he immediately looked around.
And indeed, in the depths of the white mist off to the side in the direction he was heading, there was a dimness and faint starlight that could barely be seen.
A trace of joy arose in Wang Ba's heart.
"Already at the edge of the white mist zone?"
As long as he flew out of the white mist area and kept flying in one direction, at the current speed, he refused to believe he couldn't escape from this place!
Whoosh—
The Little Cang World raced against a mass of dense white mist!
But in the next moment, Wang Ba's expression suddenly changed slightly.
After passing through the dense white mist, what lay ahead was a noticeably more sparse and open area, brighter starlight, and—
an innumerable number of Double-Pupil People that almost blocked the view!
They were densely suspended in the sparse air, like statues guarding something.
