Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Over twenty tentacles shot out from the surrounding mist, dragging the unresponsive Zhou Qing down.
Roar!
A Silver Dragon appeared again, shattering all the tentacles.
Consecutively using the "Silver Dragon Hand" twice drained Zhou Qing's already meager spiritual power to almost nothing.
"This seems like an independent space?" Stabilizing his heart and spirit, he didn't feel the choking dust, but rather a fresh, unique scent.
Yet, he didn't dare to relax even slightly, continuing to absorb spiritual power and even taking out several bottles of divine soul healing elixirs given by Cui Yingying, downing them in one go.
"Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, where are you?" At this moment, Yan's voice suddenly came from the thick fog.
Next, Yan Xiaohu rushed out. Upon seeing Zhou Qing, he was instantly overjoyed.
"Third Brother, didn't you leave?" Zhou Qing asked in surprise.
