Thoughts of retreat crept into Zhong Lixing's mind when he saw the two teams of people meet up.
"Kong Ge, don't be rash! Let's retreat!"
After shouting this, he suddenly waved a hand. Thick clouds of black mist shot out from his hand and masked the entire space.
Not only could this black mist block one's vision, but it could also prevent the scouring ability of one's divine sense.
Ling Ying's reaction was insanely quick. Her tentacles frenziedly stretched out in the instant that the black mist appeared and dazzling streaks of white lightning erupted from them. Her tentacles covered an area measuring one thousand feet in radius, creating a district that was akin to a lightning cage.