The scenery here is extremely peculiar!
Within three to four hundred yards of the ground, it is completely dark, engulfed by a thick layer of pitch-black fog.
Above three to four hundred yards, it's a gray haze, with light gray Demonic Qi drifting everywhere.
The boundary between them is clear, as if separating two realms of yin and yang.
Han Li's expression slightly shifted, as he glanced downwards.
Below, only a small part of the mountain is exposed, with the majority submerged in the sea of fog. Only things within forty yards can be vaguely seen, with trees and rocks appearing unusually blurred. Further down, everything is pitch black.
Seeing this, Han Li pondered briefly, and his pupils flashed with blue light, displaying the spirit sight.
Suddenly, everything within several hundred yards of the black sea of fog became clear.
However, Han Li still frowned!
The last hundred yards at the bottom remain hazy; the spirit sight cannot directly penetrate it.
