บท 100: Whipping Kick

As he returned through the gap, Lin Yan soon saw the light of day again.

The same poisonous fog that covered the mountain slope and the same withered bushes, but compared to the dark and sealed underground world, it was undoubtedly much more intimate.

He gently sniffed. This poisonous fog was already a little thinner than when he entered just now. It would probably dissipate in a few days.

He carefully walked out of the poisonous fog.

"Huh?"

Lin Yan slowed down. Outside the poisonous fog, noisy voices kept sounding, as if someone was arguing. There were many people.

He looked at his sleeves, which had been torn off. He took an empty bag from his waist and tore it into a simple leather cloth, tying it on his face as a mask.

Then, he found another direction where there was no sound and carefully walked out of the poisonous fog.

"Someone's here?"