Underground base.
Ghost Mist Whirlpool.
"Who goes there?!" Chi Dun discovered a disturbance and hurried over.
But he only saw a large blurry figure, charging headlong into the Ghost Mist without hesitation.
As Chi Dun approached the fog, his desires surged, engulfing his mind.
He hurriedly stopped in his tracks.
"I should set up a formation around the Ghost Mist, encircle it, and seal off the surrounding area!"
Chi Dun gritted his teeth in frustration.
Unfortunately, his abilities were limited.
He was a Body Cultivator and had poor skills in formation techniques. Setting up a formation would be more challenging than charging headfirst into battle.
"After the Recruitment Decree, many outsiders flooded into Fire Persimmon Immortal City. Hmph, who knows how many more rats are hiding in the shadows!"
Yuan Dasheng's movements were too fast for Chi Dun to even catch a glimpse of his retreating figure.