Ling Han naturally did not take it to heart. He had obtained a formation foundation, and was in a very good mood. As he whistled, he continued to search for other formation foundations.
After dozens of steps, he entered the fog-shrouded area again.
Ling Han slowed down. He studied it carefully. This fog had a strange power. He was clearly walking in a straight line, but as he walked, he actually circled back to the original spot.
It wasn't that there was an overlap in space, but that his divine sense had unknowingly been affected.
'If my divine sense is incomparably tenacious, this formation will definitely not be able to interfere with me. At most, it'll just be a fog covering my eyes,' Ling Han concluded. 'Interesting, interesting.'
As he made a careful assessment, he soon found another spot to start digging.