Zhao Ya accelerated once again.
Suddenly,
it felt like he had crossed an invisible boundary, and his view suddenly widened.
The white mist of the Wuyang Sea loomed in the distance, and the sound of the tide, along with the crackling of snow hardened by the cold, rolled into his ears.
Zhao Ya slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling his whole body burning.
He raised his arm to look and saw his skin was turning purple-red, which appeared quite bizarre.
However, his liver was working at full capacity, so this purple-red color was fading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a blink, Zhao Ya’s state returned to normal.
Only then did Zhao Ya completely relax, and then he turned back to look.
He saw that large areas within the strange stone forest were now shrouded in this purple-red mist.
This color was extremely glaring in the nearly pure white snow world.
Especially against the backdrop of the all-encompassing white mist of the Wuyang Sea, it was like a red banner.
Zhao Ya’s eyes gradually narrowed.
He had thought it would be a simple journey, at most just leaving if needed.
Unexpectedly, he faced such danger.
To be fair, the threat of these lizards wasn’t that significant, even if they were venomous, to Zhao Ya it merely meant more or fewer slashes.
It was only this eerie mist that made Zhao Ya extremely apprehensive.
Especially the feeling of having his hearing and vision forcibly blocked, it deeply unsettled Zhao Ya upon reflection.
But how did this mist come about?
Is it really accumulated by these lizards?
How many lizards would it take to achieve that?
Also, what was that roaring sound beneath the ground and the violent shaking on the surface?
Zhao Ya finally deeply understood the mystery and terror of the Wuyang Sea.
Not to mention, Kong Xiangdong was presumably beyond hope.
Had it not been for some inherent gifts, even Zhao Ya might have found it difficult to escape.
If it were someone else, they probably would have fled as far as possible already.
But Zhao Ya didn’t do that.
On the contrary, he looked at this purple-red mist, his eyes shifting unpredictably, as if pondering something.
Moments later, it seemed Zhao Ya finally made up his mind, and he said in a low voice, "Leader Kong, since you are probably beyond hope now, given your personality, you likely wouldn’t want to leave so disgracefully, so I’ll send you off with fireworks."
Saying this, Zhao Ya retrieved over a dozen oversized Thunder Bombs from his pack.
These were things Jing Rou had insisted on stuffing into his hands before he left, saying they were for self-defense.
But looking at these Thunder Bombs, each about the size of a baby’s head, Zhao Ya suspected one was enough to flatten a mound, making their use for self-defense a bit excessive.
Yet unexpectedly, they came in handy now.
Since he was going to send off fireworks, it had to be a grand display.
Zhao Ya simply put all the Thunder Bombs together, ignited one, and then threw them with all his might into the purple mist.
Then Zhao Ya turned and ran.
Because he wasn’t sure how powerful such a large number of oversized Thunder Bombs exploding together would be.
To be safe, it was better to run a bit farther.
After barely running ten yards, a thunderous explosion erupted behind him, and the immense shockwave even threw Zhao Ya into the air.
When Zhao Ya looked back again, he was dumbfounded.
"Damn!"
"Those from the Mechanical Sect are really ruthless!"