At this moment, Xu Ran remained expressionless, his fingers moving slightly as a pocket-sized flying sword emerged from above his head, slicing through the spot where the mist had just dissipated.
"Pfft---"
The sound of a blood spray echoed, a crimson hue cutting through the mist, leaving a brief trace.
Without looking back, Xu Ran continued on to the next place.
After Xu Ran left, the mist here dissipated briefly, revealing nearly ten Demon Beast corpses on the ground, each slain with a single sword strike, a long slash on their necks.
Xu Ran walked slowly, the surroundings eerily silent, as if the mist around him isolated everything, with not even the sound of rustling leaves, only the slow sound of his breathing audible.
"This mist... it's too strange, it appeared suddenly, and grows larger as time goes by, as if it can isolate everything."
"Even some powerful Demon Beasts might be trapped inside this sudden mist."
