The moment he stepped into the mist, Hu Yuan felt as though he had plunged into another world. A piercing chill instantly seeped into his bones, as if even his blood were freezing. Thick, ink-like fog billowed all around, and everywhere his vision reached were distorted, shifting phantoms. At times, these phantoms transformed into ferocious ghosts, grinning with blood-red maws and exposing razor-sharp teeth while emitting blood-curdling screeches. At other times, they morphed into the twisted faces of Wuyin Sect Cultivators, carrying mocking and venomous expressions, letting out sharp jeers that caused his Divine Sense to throb with pain.
"Xiaoling!" Hu Yuan called out anxiously in his heart, trying to locate Xiaoling's presence through his Divine Sense, but only a faint, elusive response answered him, fluttering like a candle in the wind, seemingly on the verge of being extinguished at any moment. Forcing down the unease in his heart, he pressed forward rapidly in the direction guided by the glow of the Yinyang Token, with Hongxia and Xiaobai close behind.
Suddenly, a black shadow lunged from the side. Hu Yuan instinctively swung his sword to block, only to discover that his attacker was actually an illusion of Xiaobai. Cold murderous intent flashed in the illusion's eyes, devoid of any familiar warmth, and its seven tails lashed out like steel whips, producing a harsh tearing sound in the air as if aiming to tear him to pieces. A shock went through Hu Yuan's heart, but he…
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