He tried to recall the route that the demon had taken when it flew in. Fortunately, the demon didn't control his soul at the time, so he remembered some of the path.
When flying in, it only took half an hour, but when flying out, it took a whole four hours. In the face of the rolling black-purple mist, Ding Fan still hadn't made it out.
"Hoo~~"
At this moment, Ding Fan suddenly stopped controlling the coffin's movement because he heard a heavy panting below. The sound was filled with endless suffering, as terrifying as the roar of a fierce ghost.
"Is it actually Crimson Flame?"
Ding Fan listened for a while, and the light in his eyes narrowed. He was familiar with the sound, as if it were the voice of Crimson Flame.
He thought for a moment, not acting rashly, but looking at Sirius and asking: "That mist is poisonous, and there are many poisonous insects. There should be quite a few mechanisms and prohibitions below. Can you go down and check?"
