The environment changed again. They entered the Poison Mist Swamp. The air here was toxic, and visibility was low.
A group led by a young master named Gao was stuck at the edge.
"The mist is too thick! We can't see the path! If we step wrong, we fall into the Quicksand!" Gao Young Master said anxiously.
He saw Anthony and Yan Zhuo walking straight through as if taking a stroll in the park.
"Hey! You two! Stop!" Gao shouted. "How are you walking so fast? Do you have a map?"
"No map," Anthony said. "Just feel the ground."
"Lies! You must have a special item!" Gao's eyes turned greedy. "Hand over your anti-poison treasure, and I'll let you pass. Otherwise, my men will attack you!"
His followers immediately surrounded Anthony. "Hand it over! Do you know who Young Master Gao is?!"
"I don't know, and I don't care," Anthony shook his head. "Move. I don't want to get my shoes dirty."
"Insolence! Attack! Disable him first!"
They threw nets and poison darts.
Anthony sighed. "Yan Zhuo, cover your nose."
He exhaled gently.
"WIND CLEARING BREATH!"
A massive gust of wind blew out from Anthony's mouth. It was so strong it cleared away all the poison mist in a hundred-meter radius! The path was revealed perfectly, crystal clear.
Everyone was stunned. The darts and nets were blown away too.
"You... you can control wind?!" Gao was terrified.
"Now," Anthony smiled. "The path is clear. But since you blocked me... you can walk last."
Anthony walked past him. The wind Anthony created only lasted around him. Where Gao and his men stood, the mist returned instantly, thicker than before.
"Ahhh! My eyes! It burns!"
"Help! I can't see!"
Anthony left them screaming behind, shaking his head. "Rude people always have bad luck."