The sea of fog was vast and boundless, obscuring the view in every direction. It was hard to even see the seawater beneath his feet. Ning Jiang felt as if he had entered another world, isolated from everything else.
"An Array? How odd!"
Ning Jiang murmured. He found this Foggy Area very strange. It resembled an Array, yet he couldn't sense any of the fluctuations that an Array should have.
The Seven-Colored Pearl glowed, leading the way, and Ning Jiang followed.
As he traveled, he could clearly feel his sense of direction thrown into disarray—shifting left and right, up and down. Under such conditions, a Martial Artist would find it impossible to fly in a straight line.
As a result, any Martial Artist who fell into this place would naturally find it extremely difficult to escape.
As time went on, two hours quickly passed.
