"The blood mist is coming up..."
Ye Chen looked towards the blood mist, his expression growing increasingly serious...
The blood mist is arriving, and the time left for them is only about three sticks of incense...
Could it really be the end?
Even now, Zhou Qiong, Lei Luocha, and the others already have dim eyes...
Just at this moment!
A voice suddenly rang out.
"I've remembered! I've remembered what these things are!"
A young man in a black robe shouted with an excited expression, and everyone abruptly turned to look at him.
This young man seemed quite young, and his strength was only at the Third Level of Qiankun Realm, the absolute bottom among the martial artists present!
To be able to appear alive on this mountaintop is simply a miracle!
The mountaintop suddenly became noisy!
Countless martial artists shouted excitedly at the young man: "What are these things exactly!"
"Can this pattern stop the erosion of the blood mist?"
