Outside Mount Morning Glow, beside the canyon, Xu Qing squatted there and took a look before turning to leave.
Behind him, sounds of wailing and furious roars furious roars, accompanied by thunderous rumbling, resonated throughout the surroundings.
Shortly after, Smoke Race puppets rushed out of the canyon. Their divine senses erupted at full strength and swept through the surroundings with grief, indignation, and fury.
The canyon was in a state of chaos, with only a handful of surviving members from the once hundreds of Smoke Race members. Most had died body and soul from Xu Qing's Poison Restriction.
Xu Qing's poison was too vicious.
Even those who didn't die were wailing in pain. No matter what they did, they couldn't stop the rotting state of their bodies. They could only watch helplessly as their fog bodies corroded and gradually turned into dust.