Su Mu's deep eyes flickered with understanding. Ordinary people, even most Martial Artists in the Three Counties, would likely mistake the scene in front of them for just ordinary mountain mist.
But Su Mu saw clearly that what lay before him was not cloud and mist but rather dense and pure Metal Spiritual Qi. As for the sharpness that had just sliced the Hundred-Refined Elite Soldiers into pieces and ground them into powder, it was actually a powerful Martial Momentum.
If Su Mu's guess was correct, Wang Xuantian comprehended Fist Momentum here.
The owner of the mist was likely the terrifying Demon Beast that had severely injured the Fire Sparrow long ago—the Hanging Eye White-Fronted Tiger among the two powerful Demon Beasts.
Even though the mist obscured Su Mu's senses, Su Mu had a premonition. The Fire Sparrow had perished in the battle long ago, and the Hanging Eye White-Fronted Tiger likely met the same fate as the Fire Sparrow.
