Fog Hidden Village.
"Boiling Dun, Skill of Fog!"
Zhao Meiming exhales high heat fog with strong acidity from her mouth. The fog shrouded a light gray bone man. After a long time, the fog dissipated.
She walked up to the pale grey bone man and observed it for a long time, showing a disappointed look!
"Alas! How can the degree of corrosion be less than 5mm? This is the strongest acid mist I can produce after making progress! Even the ground has been dissolved into a pit by me!"
Zhao Meiming found that she didn't respond to her complaint, so she looked at a tree near the training ground. Junmali is sitting on the branch, leaning against the trunk