The scarlet mist above the ceiling continually twisted as it emitted indistinct muffled sounds. Fisher couldn't discern their exact meaning; it only seemed eerily familiar, though that familiarity was quickly swallowed by an extreme and spine-prickling danger.
This is the true form of the Scarlet Mist, not the phantom seen within the Wutong Tree. The source of this Scarlet Mist is Spirit Realm Pollution with a True God rank.
"Alagina, how can we return to the Wutong Tree?"
"Return?"
Alagina was slightly taken aback. Though she couldn't see anything, when she saw Fisher's extremely serious expression, she hurriedly took out the cardinal used for teleportation from her bosom.
"David, we need to go back now. Can you open the teleportation channel?"
"Beep beep... Do we need to return now, Alagina? Has something happened?"
Alagina glanced at Fisher, still said,
"Don't ask too much for now. We'll discuss the details once we're back in reality."
