God Destroying Pearl

Song Yun's words were full of sarcasm and disdain.

He was not naive enough to think that the other party would just stop if he cut off one of his arms. Once he stopped, he would probably be doomed to failure.

"You are such an ungrateful fellow. You don't want to accept my toast, so you have to drink a forfeit. Today, even if I have to use up all my spiritual power, I will definitely catch you!" The square-faced young man's face turned pale when he heard Song Yun's response, and he roared in anger.

After saying that, he suppressed the fatigue in his body, mobilized his spiritual power again, and sped up to chase after Song Yun.

He looked like a completely enraged wolf, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Song Yun felt the increasingly approaching aura from behind, and his heart began to tense up. He knew that the other party was planning to go all out.

He did not dare to relax at all and continued to concentrate on controlling the ethereal sword, rushing towards the depths of the rolling mountains in the distance.

As the night deepened, the fog in the mountains became thicker and thicker. The fog was like thick milk, permeating every corner and making visibility extremely low.

Song Yun had an idea and thought that this might be a good opportunity to get rid of the opponent, so he deliberately changed the direction of flight and headed towards the area with the thickest fog.

The square-faced young man frowned when he saw this, and felt something was wrong.

But at this moment he was so angry that he didn't care about anything else. He rushed into the thick fog without hesitation.

Once he entered the thick fog, he realized that the situation inside was far worse than he had imagined.

There was a vast expanse of white all around, and it was impossible to tell east, south, west, or north. Song Yun's figure instantly disappeared in the mist, and he could only follow it with his vague spiritual senses.

Song Yun was flying cautiously in the thick fog. He tried his best to lower his breath. At the same time, he made clever use of the fog and constantly changed his flight route, trying to completely get rid of the opponent.

The square-faced young man was wandering around in the fog like a headless fly, anxiously looking for Song Yun's trace and cursing all the time.

The originally relatively calm image had long since disappeared, leaving only embarrassment and irritability.

Just when the square-faced young man was getting anxious and felt that he was about to get lost in the thick fog.

Suddenly, his spiritual sense caught a trace of Song Yun's spiritual power fluctuations. He was immediately delighted and without caring about anything else, he chased in that direction.

In the thick white fog, Song Yun felt that he was surrounded by white and could not see the direction with his naked eyes.

The thick fog seemed to have life, entwining itself around him and constantly interfering with his vision.

In desperation, Song Yun could only release his spiritual sense and spread it in all directions, trying to penetrate the thick fog and vaguely identify the direction to go.

But the resistance of this thick fog was too great. Every time the spiritual consciousness extended a little further, it seemed to break through a tough barrier.

The images transmitted back were also intermittent and blurry.

Song Yun could only rely on this extremely limited information to control the ethereal sword and fly forward with difficulty.

At this moment, Song Yun's nerves, which had been on high alert all the time, suddenly tensed up, and he keenly sensed a familiar spiritual power fluctuation coming faintly from behind him.

The fluctuations appeared and disappeared due to the wanton interference of the thick fog.

But Song Yun knew in his heart that this undoubtedly meant that the square-faced young man was approaching him quickly.

Song Yun was suddenly startled, and a chill ran up from the soles of his feet to his heart.

Not daring to hesitate at all, he hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in his body and poured it into the ethereal sword under his feet.

The ethereal sword shone brightly, and the sword, which was originally flying steadily, shook violently. Driven by spiritual power, it instantly changed its flight trajectory.

Song Yun also drew a quick and sharp arc in the air and fled rapidly in another direction.

The speed was so fast that the airflow it created created a small vortex in the thick fog, but it was filled with fog again in an instant.

However, such a high-intensity escape is not a long-term solution.

Not long after, Song Yun felt as if his body had been drained of strength, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold on.

Although he had been relying on the precious thousand-year spiritual milk to replenish his spiritual power, he was able to maintain the circulation of his spiritual power for a long time, and at the same time he continued to use his spiritual sense to explore the surrounding situation.

At this moment, his head felt like it was hit hard by a sledgehammer and was aching slightly.

Every time he used his spiritual consciousness, the pain intensified, almost bringing him to the point of collapse.

Song Yun looked at the thick white fog around him and felt extremely anxious.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of the invisibility talisman he had made before.

Once this invisibility talisman is activated and used, one's body can be hidden for a short period of time. As long as the opponent's spiritual awareness is not far beyond one's, it will be difficult for him to discover one's whereabouts.

At that moment, Song Yun seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and quickly reached out to touch the storage bag.

The storage bag flickered with light, and Song Yun's hand quickly reached into it. After fumbling for a few times, he took out an invisibility talisman.

But he still felt a little uneasy, so to be on the safe side, he took out two more escape talismans and held them tightly in his hands.

Afterwards, Song Yun did not dare to delay at all and quickly activated the invisibility talisman in his hand.

He was seen muttering something, and spiritual power was injected into the talisman paper through his fingertips. The invisibility talisman instantly flashed with a faint light.

Then, he applied the three disappearance talismans on his body without hesitation.

The light of the three invisibility talismans blended with each other, gradually enveloping Song Yun's figure, and finally making him completely merge with the surrounding fog.

It was as if he had become a part of the thick fog and disappeared into this white world.

Song Yun secretly rejoiced in his heart, and at the same time he firmly believed that with the dual influence of the three escape talismans and the thick fog around him, even if the square-faced young man was a cultivator in the early Jindan stage, his consciousness would definitely be greatly disturbed in such a harsh environment, and it would not be easy for him to find him again.

And the fact was just as Song Yun guessed. The moment he put the invisibility talisman on his body, the square-faced young man who had been tracking him from behind instantly lost Song Yun's direction.

The square-faced young man was originally concentrating on locking onto Song Yun's spiritual power fluctuations, following the vague clues closely.

But suddenly, the familiar wave seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and no matter how hard he tried to release his spiritual sense to search, he could no longer detect any trace of it.

However, the square-faced young man gritted his teeth and continued to search around blindly in the thick fog, still holding on to a glimmer of hope.

Just like that, another half an hour passed, and the square-faced young man's highly nervous consciousness suddenly noticed that the thick fog in front of the left had an unusual surge, as if something was moving quickly through it.

He was delighted and subconsciously thought that it was Song Yun in front. Without thinking too much, he quickly activated his spiritual power and accelerated in that direction.

But what he never expected was that as soon as he entered the thick fog area ahead, before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, a snow-white, fat monster suddenly jumped out of the fog and pounced towards him.

The monster was huge in size, but extremely agile in movement. Its pair of claws swept through the thick fog, creating gusts of sharp wind, and in the blink of an eye it was close to the square-faced young man.

After all, the square-faced young man was an early Jindan cultivator who had experienced many storms, so his reaction was quite quick.

Seeing this, he hurriedly used his body skills, spiritual power surged under his feet, and his figure flashed like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the opponent's sudden attack.

The monster's claws grazed the corner of his clothes, and the strong wind it created tore his clothes into several holes. If it had been a little slower, he would have been injured right now.

After the square-faced young man steadied his body, he quickly released his spiritual sense, trying to see the origins of this opponent who suddenly appeared.

When he finally saw the other party's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Sixth level monster Mist Hidden Beast!"

There was fear in his words.