As for Qian Qian, she was still enveloped in a ball of golden light, but outside the golden light, there were eight palm-sized mirrors made of bronze, flying around her body.
The back of these mirrors bore antique patterns, with a cold gleam reflecting off the surfaces, without any apparent purpose.
Besides displaying their treasures, both of them held other items in their hands, not revealing them.
Evidently, these two knew of the danger within the fog and had made careful preparations.
Even Han Li himself, with a hand within his sleeve, was gripping several azure lightning beads. In case of encountering a formidable enemy, he could immediately launch an attack.
The surrounding fog was a misty white, vastly different from regular Demonic Qi, but much superior to the deep black sea of fog below.
At least, there was no risk of Demonization in the short term.
Of course, here, Han Li's spirit sight was greatly restricted, with his vision limited to just half a mile.
