Zhuo Feng's eyes were clouded with a mix of clarity and darkness, clearly hesitating in his heart.
The world is vast, and often those who die quickest are those who believe themselves invincible after their cultivation, thinking they control the life and death of all, and therefore do not restrain themselves.
Intuition told Zhuo Feng that the young man was not easy to provoke, and he had also expended a great amount of Essence Qi in dealing with Jiang Heng, so continuing the fight might not be to his advantage.
In the end, Zhuo Feng's reason triumphed over the surging blood within him, and he watched as the two figures departed.
The Barbaric Poison Fog began to spread. Since his true form had been revealed, this eroded Barbaric land was the perfect fortress, like a vast forest. Hiding within it, even those from the Holy State would find it difficult to locate him. Slowly, he could absorb the Primordial Power he had obtained from Jiang Heng.