In this thick fog, it was full of cold smell, and even Qin Yichen felt a chill on his body.

"Guy, junior, your perception is quite keen!"

As Qin Yichen stopped, a cold voice also resounded from the dense fog.

"Who?!"

Qin Yichen frowned and said coldly.

"The one who wants your life!"

In Qin Yichen's gaze, a white figure slowly appeared in the dense fog in front of him.

This figure was dressed in a wide white robe, and around it, there was a thick white mist, as if this dense fog that shrouded many mountain peaks was emanating from its body.

Obviously, these dense fogs were created by this guy, and he must have guessed the direction of Qin Yichen's direction a long time ago, and deliberately ambushed here.

"You want my life, I'm afraid you're not qualified enough!"

Qin Yichen's face condensed slightly, and he snorted coldly.

"Oh, really?"

A playful sound came from the thick fog, but the figure wrapped in the thick fog didn't mean to shoot directly.

Obviously, he was not a reckless and ignorant person, and he was not angry because of Qin Yichen's ridicule.

Listening to these faint words, Qin Yichen's face gradually became gloomy.

At this time, he had already sensed that there were many powerful auras in the distance, and they were flying towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

It was only a moment's effort, and more than ten saint-level powerhouses descended on this mountain range.

Under these breaths, the fierce demonic beasts in the mountain range all quieted down, and they all lay on the ground trembling, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of causing annihilation.

At this time, the figure in the dense fog, the gaze was becoming more and more cold.

Obviously, he didn't make a move alone, but also to wait for the arrival of these saint-level powerhouses so that he could be foolproof.

Above the sky, after the figures descended, there were no superfluous words at all, and the powerful aura was firmly locked on Qin Yichen.

"These guys!"

Looking at the figure that formed a circle and wrapped it in it, Qin Yichen's face was also completely gloomy.

Qin Yichen was very confident in his ability to conceal his aura, at this time, no matter how ignorant he was, he still knew about these saint-level powerhouses, and I was afraid that there was a special way to discover his location.

I am afraid that the methods he has done are just useless work.

And what made him wonder was, how did these guys know his location?

If he doesn't know the reason, no matter how he escapes, he can only become a turtle in the urn in the end!

"Junior, I won't bluff you, you will definitely not be able to save the whole corpse, but if you are caught, I can still give you a good time!"

With the arrival of these saint-level powerhouses, a cold voice resounded from the dense fog around Qin Yichen, and the figure in the dense fog disappeared at some point.

At the same time, the temperature in this dense fog plummeted, and a drop of water mist seemed to be solid, exuding a cold and fierce atmosphere.

"Can't be delayed!"

Listening to that cold voice, Qin Yichen's brows were also furrowed.

He felt that the powerhouses rushing over here were far more than just those in front of him, at least, there were hundreds of saint levels!

If he is surrounded by more than 100 saint-level powerhouses, it is not a simple matter for him to want to get out, and he may even be buried here!

Qin Yichen thought quickly in his heart, and on his face, he didn't show anything, but his spiritual power had already quietly spread all over this thick fog.

As soon as Dawson's cold words fell, Qin Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the mist around him directly turned into ice spikes and shot at him.

These ice spikes were inconspicuous in the dense fog, and they didn't even cause much movement, but Qin Yichen clearly felt that this kind of ice spikes were enough to easily penetrate the flesh of an ordinary venerable-level powerhouse!

It seems that the words spoken by the saint-level powerhouse in this thick fog are just to distract him!

When those ice spikes burst out, in the thick fog, a figure wrapped in the thick fog slowly appeared, and its eyes were full of cold color.

He is a powerhouse from the middle race, he can become a saint-level powerhouse, and he has survived until now, which is inseparable from his usual vigilance and scheming.

If it weren't for the killing of his clansman, he would never have stood opposite Qin Yichen.

However, because of this, he has always been cautious, and he couldn't help but make a move on Qin Yichen.

Even if the latter is a venerable powerhouse, he is also instinctively vigilant, until now, he has a little slackening in his heart, and in his cold eyes, a mist swells up: "Xiao Leng, your revenge, my brother has avenged you!"

And at the moment when this saint-level powerhouse relaxed, his body trembled suddenly, and he felt that there seemed to be a faint fluctuation coming out of his holy power.

And what made him even more shocked was that the junior who seemed to him to be certain to die had disappeared at this time!

"This ...... How is this possible?!"

This saint-level powerhouse felt a pang in his heart, and in the next moment, he didn't hesitate at all, and he was ready to leave here quickly.

"Huh!"

However, just as he was about to leave, a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"You...... How is it possible to act in my holy power!"

Seeing this figure, the eyes of the saint-level powerhouse also swelled with a thick color of fear.

A saint-level powerhouse is actually afraid of a high-level junior!

Faced with the panicked questioning of this saint-level powerhouse, Qin Yichen did not answer, and in his eyes, there was also indifference.

......

"Hehe, I didn't expect the fog magpies of the Demon Mist Clan to make a move. ”

"Maybe it's because of his brother, otherwise, how could this cowardly guy come out. ”

"However, his skills are still good, and it seems that this trip is all for nothing. ”

Above the sky, more than ten saint-level powerhouses were firmly locked on the area shrouded in dense fog below, and there was no solemnity on their faces, and random chuckles came out from them from time to time.

"Buzz ......"

And at a certain moment when they were talking casually, there was a strange fluctuation in the thick fog, and the thick fog suddenly rose up, and with the blowing of the wind, the fog disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hmm, what's going on?!"

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this scene, the faces of many saint-level powerhouses were slightly condensed, and in the next moment, in their stunned gaze, a figure flew out of the mist.