Please spare my life

Anzar realized that no one dared to come too close to the thick mist. He also found that the cultivators gather in a specific location before the fog.

This location is where the mist should dissipate just enough to allow them to enter.

The deeper you go inside this mass of cultivators, the higher their realm becomes.

The cultivators at the peak or late Nascent Soul are the closest to the entry.

Anzar also wanted a better starting point because the further you go inside the Archipel of islands, the more benefits you can obtain.

The islands in the deepest part aren't wholly explored, and sometimes even new islands appear thanks to the increased dissipation of the fog.

The benefits are enormous if you are the first to discover a new island.

Anzar decided to dive inside the cultivators, but no one was making space for him, so he decided to release a lit bit of his aura.

Peak Nascent soul realm expert!

The moment his aura spread around him, all the eyes of the cultivators turned in his direction. His aura was slightly different from ordinary cultivators after his enlightenment state.

This subtle change in aura adds a touch of mystery to him.

This isn't too exceptional. The higher your realm is, the most common it is to have some little secrets.

All the cultivators in the golden core realm spread to allow him to go deeper.

The deeper he went, the less the number of cultivators. He finally reached whitout an issue the most advanced position. He found around him 300 other cultivators, all in the peak of nascent soul.

Some slightly took note of his presence, but he was generally ignored.

Anzar noticed that there was one small location where the mist was dissipating. This area was not even 20 meters wide.

Anzar guessed that this should be the entry.

He went a bit closer and stopped. He then adopted a meditation position waiting to enter like everyone.

Around this considerable mass of cultivators, you can notice a hundred unfathomable old monsters in the soul formation realm and above.

Aksil Imjad was also one of them. Some of them had very envious expressions. They wished to enter themselves, but they knew their soul was too strong and would trigger the mist attack.

Anzar realized that most cultivators have two different distinct outfits.

Those are the outfits of the two prominent sects inside the Afia kingdom, The Heavenly Flame sect and the Devil Fire Sect.

Those are the strongest sect inside the continent. Aksil Imjad is part of the Heavenly Flame sect.

Suddenly an unfathomable woman went close to the entry. She then activated a mysterious technique that encircled the complete location with a curtain made of qi. Then she said:

"Only those with a token will be able to enter."

Anzar witnessed that more and more old monsters were gathering next to the entry. They will stay here during this period and control everyone leaving the islands to rip the most crucial benefit for themselves.

Aksil is also with them; he got some tokens from the sect and gave them to his subordinate. Once they leave, he will control the content of their rings. Anzar is part of them.

Anzar can only witness how small and insignificant he and his forces are on this continent. He is already 75 years old, yet he felt like he didn't even start cultivation.

The atmosphere is agitated, and everyone knows how dangerous this fog is and how deadly it is to explore those islands.

Anzar planned to ignore the first islands and only go deeper to reach unexplored islands.

Time passed, and 3 hours later, Anzar realized that the number of cultivators had gone from 10.000 to 50.000, around him 1200 nascent soul realm experts.

But no one knew if the mist dissipated enough, and no one wanted to try, afraid of triggering the soul attacks.

Finally, an unfathomable middel aged expert with an outfit that represents the authority of the Devil Fire Sect rushed toward one of the cultivators and grabbed him by the neck.

It went so fast that even Anzar couldn't follow him with his eyes.

The middle-aged man threw that cultivator into the mist, and a small explosion was heard, his soul crushed.

This only means that still more time is needed. But all the cultivators created a distance from this old monster. No one wanted to be his cannon fodder. Anzar also did the same. If he is genuinely unlucky, he will die here.

One hour later, the same middle-aged man, with incredible speed, rushed and grabbed yet another cultivator.

"Senior, please, not me. I am from the Afia kingdom....please spare my life."

The middle-aged man ignored this and threw him in the mist.

But this time, his soul didn't explode.

Once everyone realized this, they all rushed at full speed inside!

Anzar also rushed at a sonic speed and entered the mist.