Chongming Demon Monarch

The 10 cultivators, including Zhou Xuanji, walked into the mist. With their enchanted artifacts in hand, they walked ahead carefully.

　　Zhou Xuanji shamelessly took the center position of the group.

　　He felt that walking at the two flanks were too terrifying.

　　Even though he was the most powerful person among them.

　　After entering the mist, the ground underneath was moist and swamps surrounded them.

　　Zhou Xuanji looked back and scanned his surrounding with his mind, but he could not sense Xu Xianxuan and her maidservants.

　　"Don't tell me they are fooling us?"

　　Zhou Xuanji mumbled to himself. The others did not seem to hear him and were still on the alert.

　　Actually, they did not trust Xu Xianxuan fully.

　　But since they were already here, they could only go ahead reluctantly.

　　They each had their own abilities to survive, so they were quite confident.