Outside Qingshi City, amidst a dense forest.
A figure quietly appeared in this place—it was Luo Feng, who had previously left Qingshi City.
He stood in the forest, his gaze fixed on the abandoned ancient temple shrouded in black mist.
"That ancient temple is indeed strange," Luo Feng muttered to himself.
He could sense the black mist emanating from the temple, filled with an intensely potent death energy.
This death energy had a highly corrosive effect on the Qi-Blood Force of cultivators.
If measures weren't taken promptly, the entire Qingshi City would likely be engulfed by this death energy, leaving no one unharmed.
"It seems I must quickly find a way to break the formation," Luo Feng thought to himself.
He was well aware that this formation was no ordinary construct.
Breaking it would undoubtedly require some special means.
Just then, a figure suddenly approached from not far away.
Luo Feng immediately became vigilant, his eyes fixed on the approaching figure.
