Looking at the increasing number of white monsters in front of him, Ye Xuan's relaxed expression was replaced by a stiff one.
"Oh my god, who can withstand this kind of mass production?"
Even if Ye Xuan had a huge amount of spiritual energy, he couldn't afford such consumption, not to mention that these monsters couldn't be scattered. He quickly slipped away. Looking around, he found a small path looming.
Because all the white mists around were attracted to him, it actually provided Ye Xuan with convenience, and the small path from before appeared again.
"The heavens are simply helping me."
Ye Xuan was worried that he would run too slowly, so he stuck a few more divine traveling talismans on his body, and he almost ran out of sight with a whooshing sound.
In a daze, he heard the monsters' unwilling roar behind him.