Master Song Feng

As the three people continued to fly up, the fog got thinner and thinner, but they also got closer and closer to the immortal aura. 

Seeing as the immortal aura formed by the death of numerous immortals was right in front of them, the three of them couldn't help but stop. Now, it was Jing Xingzhi who showed hesitation on his face.

The existence of a gap between the immortal aura and the fog was just a conjecture. Right now, the immortal aura was right in front of them, but they still hadn't reached the end of the scope of the fog. They weren't sure if they'd run into immortal aura and consequently explode if they continued to fly up. What should they do next?

"Fellow Daoist Jing..."

Before Mo Tiange could say anything further, Jing Xingzhi had already proceeded to fly up.

Mo Tiange and Nie Wushang glanced at each other but eventually followed after him.