Chapter 32: The Legend of Luofeng Mountain

Before the dense white fog, down a black earth slope, a man and a dragon descended slowly.

After Yan Moshan came down the slope, he arrived in front of the white fog, feeling the bursts of cold wind that swept out from it. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into it.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

With one step, it was as if he had entered a different world altogether, with howling cold wind and bone-piercing chill. Yan Moshan couldn't help but shiver.

He hadn't expected the inside of the white fog to be so damp and so cold, yet it wasn't the same kind of cold one feels in the icy winter months. This cold seemed to emanate from the bones, a chilling sensation that penetrated to the marrow.

Yan Moshan immediately summoned Little Nine, allowing it to enter his body through a cut on his finger. Only in this way, by relying on Little Nine's dark attribute body's instinct, could Yan Moshan barely confront this degree of cold.