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Fifteen minutes later.

Lin Yan clenched his fists, broke the leather-armored man's neck, and casually threw him into a thick bush.

He picked up the bow on the ground. The villagers of the Ji Village might be able to use it.

"I didn't expect that this mountain wasn't the only place with poisonous fog. The same poisonous fog had appeared in the previous earthquake…"

According to the man in leather armor, during the earthquake a few months ago, many parts of the Guangchuan Mountains had cracked and the ground had collapsed. Among them, several mountains, valleys, and sinkholes had spewed out a large amount of poisonous fog, enveloping a small area.

The poisonous fog was extremely powerful, and no one dared to enter.

However, after the poisonous fog dissipated, someone entered and discovered many ancient ruins in the cracked mountain!