"Golden Peng!"
With the previous experience of the ghost ship, to prevent this black fog from scattering them again, Lu Changsheng immediately grasped Yun Wanshang's soft, boneless jade hand and Qian Zhuyan's cold, hard mechanical arm, shouting towards the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng in the high sky.
"Chirp!"
The Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng let out a cry, spread its wings, and swooped down, closely following Lu Changsheng, striving together to rush out of the black fog.
However, the boundless black fog seemed like an invisible giant net, directly engulfing them, making it impossible to see any direction.
Looking around, all they could see was the lingering black fog, like an endless desolate netherworld, filled with a dreadful, silent aura.
Lu Changsheng looked solemnly at Yun Wanshang, asking if she knew what was happening.
However, Yun Wanshang did not know.
