In the Primitive Forest, several streams of white air currents exploded, and the dense thorns along the way, along with branches blocking the path, shattered in a thunderous sound.
The Old Grandmasters of the Newborn Road advanced side by side, sparks flying from their shoe soles. Each step they took seemed like teleportation, landing dozens to hundreds of feet away, crushing the forest floor.
They moved with lightning speed, heading towards Silver River Gorge, with such extreme speed that the white air currents formed shredded leaves and turned them into powder, which was essentially the most primitive state of the immortal fog.
"The Blood Forest is too ruthless!
"This is not over!"
The Grandmasters were anxious, as their opponents were blatantly trying to eliminate the Newborn Road's most promising seed—Qin Ming.
