C741 Thinking of the Endless Beautiful Night.

The further he walked, the more he felt the omnipresent pressure and the danger that made even Chiang Le's heart palpitate.

Standing in place, Chiang Le frowned slightly.

Looking at the sky, it was already very late.

The miasma around them was getting thicker and thicker.

Chiang Le was curious about the mysterious existence that could block his Spiritual Sense at the end of the miasma