The mist, thick and suffocating, not only lessened the effect of the Soul Suppression Array but also actively attacked the spirit consciousness of Xiao Ming and his companions.
It was a cunning move, one that revealed the male Death Lord's proficiency in soul techniques. Zhou Cui, sensing the mist's oppressive influence on his dao soul, let out an alarmed exclamation.
"Not good! It turns out the male is actually well-versed in the way of the soul!" Zhou Cui's voice was tense, his expression grim as he struggled to maintain his focus.
The mist was insidious, seeping into their minds and clouding their thoughts, making it harder to concentrate on the battle at hand.
Xiao Ming, too, wore a frown as he realized the limitations of his Ancient Dao Body in this environment.
The mist had pervaded the surroundings, disrupting his ability to meld seamlessly into the environment. It was a stark reminder that his cultivation level still restricted the full potential of his physique.
