Chapter 213: No chance of survival!

Su Zhan's heart was tormented with anguish.Outside the passageway.

"Clang—!!!"

An exceptionally clear and melodious sword cry suddenly resounded through the air.

The sword intent contained within this sword cry was pure, sharp, and utterly relentless.

The leading aberrant's voice was filled with terror: "Impossible! This absolutely cannot be! You're only at Dew Realm tenth stage! And you're severely injured! Your spiritual power is almost exhausted! In this state... how could you possibly break through to Stream Realm?!"

Feng Jue's voice was ice-cold: "Noisy chatter."

The only response it received was Feng Jue's even more fierce sword howl and attacks!

Liu Ziming exclaimed with wild joy: "Holy shit! Poker face! You're fucking amazing! Breaking through in the middle of battle!? Hurry! Kill these things that are neither human nor ghost!"

Xu Hao looked extremely excited: "Brother Feng! That's fantastic! Finish this quickly so we can go find Brother Su!"

The sounds of battle became even more intense.

Inside the passageway.

Su Zhan abruptly raised his head.

His nerves, stretched taut to the point of nearly snapping, suddenly relaxed at this moment.

He broke through... Feng Jue actually broke through in such a desperate situation... Stream Realm...

Dew Realm and Stream Realm...

That's almost a qualitative leap!

Those three aberrants were only low-risk high stage after all.

Facing a Stream Realm sword cultivator who just broke through and is attacking with furious intent?

The outcome leaves no room for doubt!

They stand no chance of winning!

The biggest concern had disappeared.

Su Zhan let out a long exhale, releasing the turbid air that had accumulated in his chest.

It felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He no longer needed to agonize over whether to expose his identity to rescue them.

Feng Jue had forcefully reversed the battle situation with his own power!

His teammates were safe.

They wouldn't die because of his "abandonment."

Su Zhan composed his emotions and was just about to step out of the passageway to reunite with his teammates who had presumably already dealt with the aberrants.

But the next moment...

Without any warning, the surrounding light rapidly dimmed!

Gray-white mist instantly swallowed the passageway exit.

Su Zhan sharply turned to look inside the passageway—the mist hadn't penetrated too deeply, just perfectly covering the exit and its surrounding area.

The mist had descended!

To verify his suspicion.

Su Zhan retraced his steps back through the passageway, returning to a small room on the ground level.

Looking up and outwards.

The mist was precisely enveloping the outline of South Cang Fortress!

Su Zhan was trapped.

Trapped in this fortress that had just experienced a bloody massacre, completely isolated from the outside world.

Danger!

Su Zhan's hair stood on end!

South Cang Fortress had just been breached by a calamity-level mist creature, and who knew how many powerful mist creatures still roamed inside!

The terrifying figure of the Abyssal Colossus was still moving within the city!

And at this moment, his spiritual power hadn't recovered, and his aberrant realm was only medium-risk.

In this battlefield, this realm was practically no different from cannon fodder.

Being trapped here alone was simply a situation with zero chance of survival!

If any monster of medium-risk level or higher discovered him, he would have no ability to resist!

But every situation has its positive aspects.

Opportunity! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

In the past, he had to hunt mist creatures with extreme caution, worried about exposure, and the mist creatures in mist events summoned by aberrants weren't high-level enough, so his advancement wasn't particularly fast, with limited efficiency.

But now?

What kind of place is this?

This is South Cang Fortress that was just directly hit by a mist surge!

How many high-level mist creatures are here that are usually extremely difficult to encounter?

Medium-risk? High-risk?

Even... calamity-level!

Moreover, this place is now enveloped in mist, isolated from the outside world!

As everyone knows, when encountering a mist event.

Trying to exit from inside doesn't lead out, but instead enters the mist world, with no chance of return!

But... correspondingly

No teammates will appear here!

Entering an already active mist from the outside—Su Zhan had only accomplished this with Wang Mingyuan's help, and Wang Mingyuan is at Tide Realm fifth stage. Feng Jue, being only at Stream Realm, couldn't possibly achieve this.

He could completely go wild here, absorbing life essence madly!

There are no level restrictions on the mist creatures here!

As long as he can hunt them, he can absorb them!

His strength will grow at an unprecedented, frenzied rate!

Stream Realm? Or even higher?

These are no longer distant, unattainable dreams.

Danger and opportunity, wealth comes from risk!

Death and power, high risk brings high reward!

Su Zhan's golden vertical pupils flickered violently in his eyes, almost impossible to suppress.

He slowly clenched both fists, feeling the aberrant power within him that was slightly restless due to craving.

"It seems... we won't be reuniting for now."

Su Zhan murmured to himself, then turned and stepped toward a secluded side door.

...

Outside the passageway, the battle had already subsided.

Three aberrant corpses lay on the ground.

Feng Jue stood holding his sword, the Startling Swan Sword's blade flowing with clear light, its sharp edge fully exposed.

Liu Ziming sat slumped on the ground, panting heavily, with several new wounds on his body, his lightning energy completely depleted.

Yet his face was filled with the wild joy of having narrowly escaped death.

Xu Hao's eyes were full of relief at having survived.

"Damn... Poker face! You're too fucking amazing! Breaking through to Stream Realm in the middle of battle! That's practically main character treatment from novels!"

Liu Ziming caught his breath and excitedly punched the ground: "Now our safety factor has greatly increased!"

Xu Hao barely straightened up, nodding weakly: "Yeah... Brother Feng, thank you..."

Feng Jue's gaze immediately turned toward the passageway entrance where Su Zhan had fled.

His pupils abruptly constricted!

He saw that the area was now completely enveloped in gray-white mist, though he didn't know when it had appeared!

Even the outline of the entire South Cang Fortress further back was completely swallowed, making it impossible to see any details inside!

Liu Ziming noticed the abnormality there, his smile instantly freezing on his face as he scrambled to his feet, his voice panicked: "Mist?! When did..."

Xu Hao stammered: "Mist... it's the mist! It swallowed... swallowed the passageway and Brother Su... both!"

Feng Jue frowned deeply, quickly walking to the edge of the mist.

The cold, oppressive aura emanating from the mist made his newly broken through spiritual senses issue frantic warnings—absolutely must not enter!

"Su Zhan..."

Feng Jue murmured softly.

"Brother Su, Brother Su is still inside!"

Liu Ziming rushed to the front of the mist: "Poker face, can you enter with your current strength?"

Feng Jue shook his head without speaking.

"Then what should we do? Are we just going to wait here doing nothing!?"

Liu Ziming's eyes turned red: "Brother Su was in that state earlier! Bleeding from all seven orifices! Could barely walk steadily! If he's alone inside... what if he encounters monsters!?"

Xu Hao looked anxious: "Yeah... Brother Feng, Brother Ziming, we need to find a way to get in and save Brother Su!"

Did Feng Jue not want to enter?

Su Zhan had drawn away the danger in the passageway alone to avoid burdening them, and now he was trapped in the mist because of their rearguard action.

Reality was incredibly cruel.

They had just narrowly escaped death, only to helplessly watch as their teammate might be falling into another desperate situation.

"But... but are we really going to do nothing?"

Liu Ziming grabbed his own hair in agony: "Brother Su, he..."