Chapter 261: Nine-leaf Sword Grass, Burying God Land_1

The fog was overwhelming.

Only after entering the fog did Jiang Ming feel a sense of wonder.

There was no sun or moon, no up or down, no left or right. If it weren't for the fact that he could still sense the earth of the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes, he would have completely lost his sense of direction.

The fog was so dense that even his perception was weakened.

"It's similar to the fog of the Lost Land," he thought.

After sensing carefully, Jiang Ming sighed lightly. Following the direction where Wang Qiutong had gone, he soon discovered a large number of life-force fluctuations in front of him, and divine light piercing through the fog.

Before long, he saw a vast shadow looming ahead, it seemed like a piece of land floating in the endless fog, dim and hazy.

However, its overall shape resembled a tomb and a strong oppressive force came sweeping over. Even with Jiang Ming's cultivation level, he felt some pressure.