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"Let's go in!" Yang Ji led the way into the valley, with everyone closely following behind.
As they entered the valley and came into contact with the evil fog, it seemed as if the evil spirits had awakened. Like bloodthirsty beasts that had spotted fresh blood, the fog furiously drilled into the pores of the cultivators.
It coiled around them like vines, gripping them tightly.
It sought to corrode their skin and gnaw away at their minds.
With the change in the evil fog, Yang Ji instantly saw decay, decline, erosion, and various other auras within it.
The fog twisted around them, and the mournful howls of evil spirits echoed in their ears, bringing with them feelings of resentment, hatred, slaughter, and violence—all sorts of negative emotions emerged.
If one were to live here year after year, their mind and Primordial Spirit would surely be eroded.