Time slowly passed, and the fog became thicker and thicker. It even started to block one's line of sight, and the power of the fog also became stronger and stronger.
More and more people were melted into liquid. Strangely, the liquid quickly seeped into the ground and seemed to be absorbed by the ancient God flower. The flower became more and more beautiful.
More and more people died. More than ten thousand of them had entered, but now, there were less than five thousand left. People were dying every second.
Chi Chi ...
Lu Ming's body was surrounded by blood-red mist. His divine power was constantly being corroded.
Fortunately, Lu Ming had the " measure " formula and stored a large amount of divine power. He could always maintain his divine power at its peak. However, this was not a solution. No matter how much divine power he stored, there would be a moment when he would run out.
"What do we do?"
Lu Ming quickly thought of countermeasures.