Zhang Chen raised the torch and shifted his steps, arriving in front of the stone wall crevice. His eyes gazed at the mist as he reached out to touch it, only to find that the mist seemed nonexistent, impossible to perceive.
The mist was neither vapor nor smoke, and it was certainly not smog—truly a strange phenomenon.
"In the past, that deity changed the terrain for a hundred miles around to bury the Princess, so this Feng Shui Grand Array must cover at least a hundred miles. The Divine Being used supreme methods to gather all the Earth's magnetic force within a hundred-mile radius to one place. No wonder even a Twelfth Tier expert would be helpless," Zhang Chen mused to himself.
"Boy, we've run into trouble!" The Fox Spirit turned to look at Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen stared ponderously at the crevice; he was well aware that trouble had found them.
"What do we do now?" Zhang Chen's eyes moved away from the crevice to look at the Fox Spirit.
