Once the person died, the thick smoke gradually dispersed.
Chen Tang had been feeling his way forward along the street in the smoke, and now he looked around to find that he had hardly changed position and was actually circling in place.
On the ground around him were some strange stones, occupying specific positions, forming a simple formation.
Such a formation would be useless under normal circumstances.
But combined with the thick smoke, obstructing vision, it would trap a person for a long time, unable to escape the fog.
Chen Tang casually kicked a few times and scattered the stones.
Then, without any warning, he swung his sword at a nearby doorpost!
The blade flashed!
The doorpost broke with a sound.
At the same time, a shadow separated from the pillar, leaving behind a cloud of blood mist, fleeing towards the distance with astonishing speed!
