A figure quickly rose from a hidden spot and glanced over.
He was dressed in camouflage, draped in a disguise carefully woven from leaves and grasses, his face sared with mud, and held a sniper rifle in his hands.
If one didn’t look closely, he would almost blend into the surrounding environnt.
It was Monkey, who had been lurking here all along.
Watching a large group of people running up the mountain in a slightly disheveled state, his eyes were full of surprise, and he blurted out:
"I thought you were trapped in the woods and couldn’t get out, thinking about how to give you a clear tip."
As he spoke, his gaze swept through several treasure hunters from other teams, revealing a sense of caution.
Bai Ling’s face was sowhat pale, yet she hadn’t recovered from the thrilling escape just now, but she didn’t forget to tease in return:
"Thanks to you, this cave dweller on the mountaintop is well hidden, even those black fogs couldn’t find here."
Upon hearing this, the shocked crowd imdiately turned around and looked towards the scene below the mountain.
The place they were currently in showed the fog had significantly thinned, and the visibility had widened a lot.
They could vaguely see the relentlessly pursuing black fog rising like a tide, surging to the mountainside, and finally slowing down.
At this mont, the whole mountaintop, under the backdrop of dense fog that couldn’t be dispersed, was like a lonely island in a dark ocean.
It seed isolated and helpless, yet it carried the last hope of the crowd.
"Phew—"
Big Hamr let out a breath, released his arms to put Bai Ling down, then plopped himself on the ground, wiping the sweat off his face:
"Monkey, your place looks pretty safe, we’ve been struggling down there, those black fogs were chasing like crazy."
Monkey showed a hint of apology, put away the sniper rifle, replied sincerely:
"Sorry folks, I haven’t been affected by the black fog here. I originally wanted to launch a signal to guide you, but sothing went wrong."
"Monkey, have you scouted the environnt around this mountain?"
Lin Chuqiao had also jumped down from Fang Cheng’s embrace, her cheeks still flushed, softly inquired:
"Have you discovered anything unusual? Or observed the changes of the black fog down the mountain?"
She recalled Fang Cheng’s analysis and speculation on the way, thus posed the question, hoping to find so useful clues to help everyone out of danger.
Monkey straightened his expression, slightly furrowed his brow, as if sorting through thoughts, then said:
"I’ve roughly scouted the area around here, haven’t found anything unusual for now."
"About the base of the mountain, I previously saw sothing glowing shooting into the sky, it should be the Golden Benba Bottle you guys ntioned, but it’s too far away, the fog is too thick, couldn’t see it clearly."
"As for those black fogs, I noticed they gather especially fast in so places, while in so places like here they stay still temporarily, maybe they are gradually shrinking the safe zone, perhaps there is a pattern..."
Fang Cheng silently listened to Lin Chuqiao and Monkey’s conversation, then stepped towards the mountain’s edge.
The biting wind howled past, fluttering the corners of his clothing.
This place was considered one of the most perilous vantage points of Mist Mountain, the terrain’s advantage allowed him to overlook this mysterious atmosphere-covered world.
Looking as far as the eye could see, almost the entire scene was enveloped by hazy fog, including Lu Family Manor, which was also affected, hard to detect its traces.
Yet those dense black fogs seed like boiling overflowing asphalt, wantonly surging, continuously compressing relatively calm areas.
The whole Mist Mountain seed to tumble into an alternate dinsion, where all rules and conventions appeared overturned.
Amidst this chaos and darkness, a bright spot flickered, like the most dazzling star in the night sky, emitting weak yet highly alluring light.
Fang Cheng’s gaze pierced through layers of fog, tightly locking onto the bright spot.
In the angle presented by Eagle Eye Vision, resolution had been greatly enhanced, clearly revealing a golden bottle.
Upon further careful observation, the bottle was adorned with engravings of auspicious clouds, Dharma Conchs, lotuses, and other patterns.
That object was precisely the Golden Benba Bottle that soared into the sky before.
It seed to be lifted by an invisible force, suspended in the air.
Slight vibrations swayed the light, reminiscent of the first ray of dawn penetrating the clouds, carrying a mysterious and powerful force.
Its brilliant golden radiance dispelled the surrounding darkness, yet it was enveloped by thick black fog.
The two opposed each other, forming a wondrously intense balance.
It’s like a silent yet dramatic contest between light and darkness unfolding in this alternate dinsion.
Fang Cheng’s thoughts stirred, turning to Monkey, asked:
"Have you been staying here these days?"
Monkey slightly stunned upon hearing, knowing the person in front was the newly joined "White Ghost," imdiately replied:
"Yes, ever since I followed the Professor’s order to lie in ambush here, I’ve never left."
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered, continued to ask:
"Have you seen anyone else co here?"
Monkey thought for a mont, then said:
"These days, apart from the occasional patrol passing by from the Lu Family guards, a few Lama-like people ca."
"They then went down to the eastern forest, and shortly after, sounds of a fight were heard from there, but I was in my observation post and didn’t rise to investigate."
"Is that so?"
Fang Cheng contemplated, his eyes revealing a glow of thought.
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