Dried River

Yuan Chunhua and Jiang Ming continued to walk deeper into the inner zone, hoping to find the source of the Purple Mist.

To solve a crisis, the only way to do so is by targeting the root of the problem. 

Therefore, situations like this will never occur again, or at least stop for a long time.

"The corpses seemed to have increased as we walked forward," Yuan Chunhua said, glancing at the corpses that were scattered across the forest. 

"The odor is beginning to smell terrible." She added.

Jiang Ming nodded his head.

"It's probably because the death of these magical beasts are much older than the one we saw previously." He said calmly, not caring about the odor in the slightest.

After all, he had already consumed a pill that nullified the disgusting smell by using the automatic refinement.

It was the most convenient and amazing function that a system could offer to him.