Battling The Horde of Beasts Alone

The shocking scene of Xiao Ming tearing through the surrounding violet mist left the cultivators present utterly dazzled.

Most of them had already begun to form a sense of wariness toward the mysterious white-robed youth.

Their auras, though strong, paled in comparison to Xiao Ming's ability to restrain the violet mist with such ease.

Strangely, even Xiao Ming himself couldn't fully explain the phenomenon. It was as if the mist responded to him, bending to his will in a way that defied logic.

He could only chalk it up to the peculiarities of his connection with the Moon Devourer Sword, though even that explanation felt incomplete.

Xiao Ming moved with calculated precision, diving in and out of the dense mist as he isolated himself from the most concentrated regions. If he wanted to truly train and push his limits, he knew he had to venture deeper into the danger zones surrounding the mountain range.