The eight half-ancestors are constantly moving in one direction based on their pitifully small range of perceptions. They believe that no matter how perverted this unknown mysterious fog is, it definitely has a range.
Once out of range, perception will return to its original state.
Otherwise... it may be dangerous!
Because even the peak of the extreme realm, where defense and life-saving means were maximized, were killed like melons and vegetables.
That kind of power can definitely cause harm to the semi-ancestral level.
It doesn't matter if I get attacked once or twice.
If it happens too often, something big will definitely happen! ! !
As a semi-ancestral creature, if it becomes a stepping stone for the creation of a great reputation, it will be equivalent to falling and being nailed to the pillar of shame without being able to dig it out!
The peak level people were also running around blindly at this time.
They thought they were moving in one direction, but there were deviations visible to the naked eye at every step.
"ah!"
Another scream sounded.
The third superpower, who was crowned the pinnacle of the Holy Elders, fell! ! !
Zhao Fan transformed into a hunter hidden in the mist!
Wherever the knife goes, that's the target!
He has already told the angry blood, and he will choose the peak of the extreme realm first.
Except for the first prey, which was killed by Zhao Fan with his own angry blood, the second and third prey were both killed by a slap in the face after arriving at the target, releasing the ancestral body stone clone!
While shooting to death, don't forget to collect the loot.
After all, a super power at the pinnacle of the extreme realm has a high position and has lived for a long time. His background is extremely profound. He has several extreme realm weapons, a large number of resources, and weapon refining materials...
However, with Zhao Fan's own strength, he was still unable to break through the maximum defense at the peak of the extreme realm in a short period of time, so he could only use the ancestral body stone clone.
The reason why I didn’t deal with the Half-Ancestor first.
It's because the Half-Ancestor has a little bit of small-scale perception around him in this fog of chaos.
Zhao Fan could only let the angry blood bring him close to the target, and then moved the ancestral body stone clone out of the Nine Domain Tower to start.
If you attack the Half-Ancestor directly, not only will you not be guaranteed to kill him with one hit, but you may also be discovered by the Half-Ancestor first...
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Shangxu Palace.
The Fifth Patriarch looked at each other.
"What's the situation now?"
"That mist, was it caused by the ancestral weapon carried by which half-ancestor, or was it the handiwork of good fortune?"
"Good guy, we can't spy anymore, I'm really worried!"
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The Valley of Fantasy Heart.
Huanzu's eyes blinked, "This fog... is simply more outrageous than the phantom formation that I am most proud of. It cuts off the perception of the ancestral realm from a long distance? However... it seems to have no form but no spirit. , if the control can be fully mobilized, the terrifying level will definitely increase significantly."
Her analysis was correct.
These fogs of chaos were collected directly by Zhao Fan in the Cocoon Breaking Valley in the spirit world, and the effect will become weaker and weaker over time, and will naturally dissipate, making them non-renewable.
It is equivalent to only capturing some of the soldiers, but the generals are the backbone that allows the Fog of Chaos to reach its full potential.
"Master, how is fate..." The Master of Baixiang Palace was very worried.
"Don't worry, not only is he safe and sound, but he has also changed from passive to active. Those at the top of the extreme realm are completely lambs, let him hunt and slaughter them."
Huanzu smiled. The only thing she could be sure of was that he was safe and sound. As for the second half of the sentence, it was speculation.
"That's good."
The Master of Baixiang Palace closed her eyes, clasped her hands and prayed for the white-robed figure in her memory...
