Infinite transcendence began with Covering the Sky.

Chapter 122 Demons and Evil Spirits Filling the Mountains

The Snake Mountain was shrouded in thick fog at night, with ghostly figures everywhere. Just looking at it from afar was enough to send chills down one's spine, let alone being inside it.

"What the hell are these things?" The cultivators inside were all terrified, and even setting up a fire couldn't drive away the creatures in the thick fog.

The thick fog obscured visibility, and with the night darkness, it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Even a large fire could only illuminate a radius of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

However, none of them were locals and knew the story, except for the feng shui master, Old Luo, who trembled as he looked at the thick fog and said in a tearful voice:
"It's over, it's all over. Snake Mountain might not even be shrouded in fog once every few decades, but whenever it is foggy, evil spirits emerge, and those who are caught in it will only be left with bones!"

According to ancient legends, Snake Mountain was cursed by a giant serpent. Whenever fog rolled in, it was an ominous sign, and strange roars could be heard day and night.

Long ago, residents of a nearby oasis would go up the mountain when it was foggy, only to find skeletons left when the fog cleared. This happened many times without exception.

Now, the mountain is shrouded in fog once again, and the feng shui master, Lao Luo, looks despairing, which greatly affects all the cultivators.

"What's the panic?!" The middle-aged man also looked serious, but relying on his cultivation in the Dragon Transformation Realm, he wasn't too afraid.

"Roar! Howl!"

But just as he spoke, an unidentified creature let out a mournful roar from the thick fog that shrouded the valley, a roar that sent chills down one's spine upon first hearing it.

At this moment, not only them, but even Qi Zhe felt his scalp tingle, because he sensed being watched, as if something was peering through the void and staring at him.

"Damn it, I knew it wouldn't be simple!" Qi Zhe yelled and stepped out of the void, beginning to arrange Dao patterns around his body.

From the valley not far away, someone noticed the tremors in the void and shouted, "Who is it? Show yourself!"

But at this moment, there was silence in the thick fog. The eerie roar suddenly disappeared, and the cultivators near the campfire smelled a strong stench of blood.

Someone looked around and realized that the person who had spoken earlier was headless, and the blood on his severed neck had congealed.

He couldn't help but scream, "A monster!!!"

Only then did everyone notice the decapitated man. The middle-aged man was horrified when he saw this, because he had not noticed any creature nearby.

As a cultivator who has transformed into a dragon, how could he not be able to sense the appearance of monsters around him, and not be filled with fear?

"What the hell is that!" Just then, someone noticed that their companion had gone silent. Turning around, they saw a strange creature lifting their companion's skull.

It was a bizarre creature, nine feet tall, covered in black fur, with claws three inches long, capable of killing without a trace with a single flick.

"you wanna die!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man was also greatly shocked. He saw the creature clearly and couldn't help but let out a roar and slammed his palm out.

"boom!!!"

With a deafening roar, surging divine power erupted towards the monster, which was struck and sent flying, its black fur flying everywhere.

A single strike from a cultivator who has transformed into a dragon is enough to split mountains and shatter peaks. In order to prevent future troubles, the middle-aged man did not hold back and did not even care about the corpse of his companion.

"Ow"

Unfortunately, this palm strike did not harm the opponent. The monster, with its copper skin and iron bones, reached out and grabbed another person as it flew through the air, killing all three in an instant.

With a hiss, a strange sound was heard, and the body of the cultivator who had just been captured by the monster was torn apart, and even his head was bitten off.

Terrifying screams echoed through the thick fog.

"Damn it!" the middle-aged man roared in anger. Even as a dragon-transformation cultivator, he couldn't stop that creature, and his palm strike had failed to achieve anything.

If this continues, no one can guarantee how many people will make it down the mountain alive; even middle-aged men may not be able to save themselves.

At this moment, the morale of the group of twenty or thirty people collapsed. Some looked into the thick fog with great fear, feeling that their death was imminent.

"It's over. If this continues, we'll all die here. We have to get down the mountain quickly!" A cultivator shouted in despair. The middle-aged man was also terrified upon hearing this. He wanted to retreat as well, but the fog was too thick, even obscuring his divine sense.

If he were to rashly descend the mountain, he would surely perish if he got separated from his group, and would be picked off one by one by the monsters. Even he would not be spared.

But a moment later he made up his mind and shouted, "Since that's the case, let's charge forward in one go and not stop!"

As he spoke, he gathered the crowd together, preparing to form a formation and rush down the mountain.

Qi Zhe could hear the roars of the cultivators from afar and sensed strange creatures circling around him, but they never got close.

This made him realize that there wasn't just one evil spirit in the thick fog; there might be many strange creatures.

"The Celestial Venerable's Daoist runes are blessing my body."

Qi Zhe remained seated, continuously inscribing Dao patterns all over his body. Countless silver threads formed a large net that covered an area of ​​several hundred feet around him.

These Dao patterns sealed off the void in a special way, preventing the other party from getting close and allowing his perception to travel very far.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the group of cultivators in the valley not far away began to rush down the mountain, their overwhelming divine power pressing down on the thick fog.

Qi Zhe noticed something amiss from a distance, discovering that at least a dozen strange creatures lurked around them, each one ferocious.

This made him frown: "How can there be so many!"

There were so many strange creatures in the thick fog that he couldn't help but think of escaping, since he was alone and there was only so much he could do.

"Ahhh"

But just as this group rushed down the mountain, more than twenty cultivators were being snatched away by the monster, letting out screams of agony.

The middle-aged man leading the group heard the screams and knew that if he was too slow to escape, it would be his turn.

"Charge with me, all of you!!!" With a roar, the middle-aged man accelerated, like a gust of wind sweeping across the land.

He ran very fast, clearly not intending to care about the people behind him, causing the group of cultivators who came to their senses to curse him.

"Wang Lao Er, you deserve to die! Ahhh!"

"You're leaving us behind, but you can't escape either!"

"Fuck your ancestors!"

But with a series of angry curses, the group of cultivators quickly fell silent, and the team of twenty or thirty people was soon wiped out.

As time passed, the middle-aged man who had rushed down the mountain alone also encountered evil spirits and began to wander around the mountains.

"Both the void and the terrain are sealed off; I've been going around in circles?!"

"How can there be so many here? Is this a den of demons?!"

"Ahhh!"

Roars echoed through the mountains, and in the thick fog, the dragon-transformation cultivator could be seen constantly surging his blood and qi to fight against the demons and evil spirits, stirring up the boundless fog.

Qi Zhe heard it from a great distance and began to mentally calculate how long the man could hold out, but the man stopped moving in less than ten breaths, which made Qi Zhe secretly startled.

"Even a dragon-transformation cultivator could only hold out for such a short time?" Qi Zhe frowned, feeling a chill run down his spine.

With a hissing sound, just as Qi Zhe was sitting cross-legged, the Dao patterns he had set up hundreds of feet away reacted, and some mysterious creature stepped onto them.

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