Chương 877: Miraculous Soldier

Very quickly, Yang Jing and the others settled the gray mist cultivators in the area.

However, they did not look that happy. Instead, they frowned and looked into the distance.

The gray mist had erupted over there, and it had moved the whole Origins Realm. The cultivators that had been infected by the gray mist had gone crazy. Even the ones they had killed barely made a dent in the numbers.

They knew very well that the cultivators there were not that strong. They were just small fries. The really strong cultivators would have already arrived at the place where the gray mist erupted. 

"Yang Jing, if we head there alone, we might be at a disadvantage," Xiao Chengfeng said seriously.