Everyone watched as Lu Ning's face, which had almost rotted to the point of being nothing but bones, grew flesh and skin again, returning to its original state.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, and Steve quietly shook his head: "...No, I just wanted to call you."

Lu Ning glanced at him with some confusion, but didn't say anything.

Steve's lips twitched slightly; he felt that Lu Ning's gaze seemed a bit impolite.

Just then, a piercing whistling sound came from afar.

Everyone turned to look and saw that in the far distance, the Azure Mist Saint was holding a long-handled scythe. With each swing, violent storms surged and engulfed the two-headed, four-armed man below.

The man's two heads roared to the sky simultaneously, one spewing flames and the other spewing frost, while streaks of dim yellow blade energy slashed from the rusty broadsword.

All the attacks landed on the storm, which shook violently but grew increasingly intense.

Moments later, the storm completely enveloped the man, and the strong winds made it impossible to see what was inside.

In just a few breaths, a muffled roar rose from the wind.

Lu Ning and the others saw that within the raging wind, streaks of dim yellow light gradually emerged.

When the halo drifted out in the gale, the gale collapsed.

Lu Ning and the others could see a shattered corpse falling from the sky amidst the collapsing gale, crashing heavily to the ground.

It was the corpse of the two-headed, four-armed man.

A gust of wind swept by, and Lu Ning and the others saw the Azure Mist Saint fly in from a distance, descend from the sky, and land in front of them.

Saint Qinglan's gaze swept around, and she saw the three corpses, including the angel male, lying on the ground. She smiled and said, "Looks like you've finished dealing with it? How is it? No problems, right?"

Snap.

As soon as the Saint Qinglan finished speaking, Lu Ning's left hand rotted, the severed limb fell to the ground, and the remaining bone and flesh on the arm were still dripping with corpse fluid.

Lu Ning silently picked up the severed hand from the ground, reattached it to his arm, and calmly said, "There's nothing wrong."

Saint Qinglan stared into deep thought as he looked at Lu Ning's short hand, which was writhing and connected together with its flesh.

An Lan, who was standing to the side, glanced at Lu Ning's rather cringe-worthy takeover process, coughed lightly, and recounted what had happened.

Saint Qinglan's expression turned serious.

He nodded thoughtfully and said, "It seems that close combat with these corpses is very dangerous. Steve and Yang Yin, your job is to block the corpses and try not to touch them or the aura of death. Let An Lan and the others handle the rest."

Steve and Yang Yin both nodded slightly, their expressions serious.

Although Yang Yin hadn't experienced what Steve had gone through, just thinking about it gave her goosebumps.

With the deaths of several corpses, there were no longer any obstacles between them and the dim, yellowish river.

Saint Qinglan looked at the river and said with a serious expression, "Let's go take a look."

The others all nodded slightly.

The group walked towards the river, but when they got close to the edge, the Sage Qinglan stopped.

Because he saw that at the edge of the river, the splashing water fell on the wasteland, and even the wasteland was eroded into puddles.

Saint Qinglan frowned and tried to condense a wind shield.

With a wave of his hand, a wind shield floated out and arrived at the riverbank.

The river water fell onto the wind shield with a hissing sound, and in just a moment, the river water pierced through the wind shield and fell back to the ground.

Saint Qinglan's expression was extremely solemn: "This river contains an extremely dense power of death, which is terrifying. Even my wind shield cannot withstand it."

Everyone's expressions were very unpleasant.

An Lan said in disbelief, "You are a Saint! I didn't expect that even you couldn't withstand it. The power of death contained in this river is too terrifying."

The others nodded slightly as well.

Seeing the worried look on An Lan's face, Gina couldn't help but ask, "Grandma An, what are you thinking about?"

An Lan sighed softly and said, "Although this river is terrifying, as long as we don't get close, there will be no danger. What I'm worried about is that if the being that created this space and river were to attack us, we would probably have little chance of survival."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically, even Saint Qinglan frowned deeply.

He could barely withstand the river, so if someone really created this river and this space, how could he possibly resist it?

I'm afraid everyone will die here!

"So what do we do now?" Yang Yin asked, frowning.

An Lan thought for a moment, then looked at Lu Ning: "Lu Ning, your eyes are special, can you see anything?"

Lu Ning calmly said, "The surrounding white fog is very thick, and the thickest fog is on the opposite bank of the river, where the circle of light is located."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback at first, then An Lan's eyes lit up, and she said, "If what Lu Ning said is true, that he tore open that light circle to get out of the fog, then that light circle might be a node in some space. Perhaps we can use that light circle to leave this space!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the others gradually lit up.

Saint Qinglan hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Anlan, don't forget our purpose. We entered the mist this time to prevent it from spreading."

An Lan rolled her eyes and said, "The reason the mist is spreading is most likely because of this space. The appearance of this space caused the mist to spread. To stop the spread, we probably have to start with this space. But... do you think we can do that?"

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