The Demon Fog billowed, submerging the mountains, leaving only their faint, indistinct outlines visible.
Within the roiling sea of fog, not a single chirp of an insect or bird could be heard, and even the roars of Demon Beasts had vanished completely.
This region of Demon Fog seemed like another world, separate from the one outside.
"Cough, cough."
A weak cough rang out. Its source was a youth dressed in white, his face pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
'These injuries are quite troublesome.' Ning Jiang's situation was grim.
In truth, his injuries were threefold.
First, by using the Ape King's Demon Power with only a Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer cultivation, the immense power had placed a huge burden on his body, damaging many of his meridians.
Second, unleashing the Instant Sword Technique with all his might had damaged his muscles and bones.
