The Demon Fog churned, a vast and boundless expanse.
"It's been seven days. Seven days, and we still can't get out. Are we going to be trapped here for the rest of our lives?"
Amidst the boundless Demon Fog, a group of people looked crestfallen. The one who spoke was a tall, thin young man in magnificent brocade robes, his expression anxious.
"Gu Zheng, don't say things that will crush our morale." Beside him, a woman with a heroic air frowned.
This was Zhang Yao.
The group of more than a dozen people, men and women, all had cultivation at the Peak of Postnatal.
If anyone were to see them, they would surely be astonished, for all dozen or so of them were candidates for the Ten Great.
This was a gathering, and the organizer was Gao Jin.
Gao Jin, the number one person beneath the Ten Great.
