Zhao Qing said nothing, but continued beating his wings.
In the blink of an eye, he had covered the thirty li.
The high-speed journey had consumed nearly half of his True Qi, leaving him slightly short of breath.
He hovered beneath the giant eye.
Gripping Zhang Delv's arm with one hand, he pointed with the other toward the clusters of black fog beside the giant eye. "The Tenth Prince was swallowed by the first cluster of black fog, and the Ninth Prince by the third. Am I supposed to break through both to rescue them?"
Zhang Delv was speechless.
It wasn't unheard of for someone to force their way into the Black Fog Space.
Three hundred years ago, the reigning Emperor had brought the young Crown Prince to the Northern Three Prefectures to pacify the populace. As it happened, they arrived just as the entrance manifested. The Crown Prince, not yet five years old, was sucked straight inside. Left with no other choice, they made an exception and forced their way in.
