"What a terrifying thing!"
Jiang Ming was shocked. He quickly withdrew all his spiritual energy into his spiritual core and slapped on a few seals to cut off his connection with the outside world.
"This fog is simply the ultimate nemesis of immortal cultivators. Even if a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator were to come here, he would probably be sucked dry. If this fog enters the spiritual core, who knows what kind of consequences it will have," Jiang Ming muttered. However, his eyes soon widened. "If I can take it away and release it when facing an enemy, it will be a killing blow. At the very least, no one under the Foundation Establishment Realm can block it!"
Jiang Ming did what he said. He took out an empty wine gourd, which was a magical tool, and aimed it at the gray fog.