If this were the previous kind of Red Mist, at this density, when Xu Xin and the others smelled it, it should have been unbearably foul and suffocating!
He first encountered the Red Mist in that iron room underground.
Back then, to escape the Red Mist, he'd climbed the ladder toward the surface like his life depended on it, exhausting himself.
That smell, like spoiled canned herring, really left him with a lifelong trauma.
But for people like Lou Fei'Er and Zeng Tao, who had undergone blood-mark mutations, this kind of Red Mist was incredibly sweet and fragrant.
Yet the Red Mist here didn't have any smell at all.
Kind of weird.
"Maybe this Red Mist has been purified and optimized?" Qin Fu walked out from the depths of the dense Red Mist, speculating as he spoke. "This is the Red Mist that's supposed to flood the Crimson Crystals and make them release energy."
Red Mist that can make Crimson Crystals shine...
Feels like it can be put to use.
