Eerie laughter echoed through the thick mist, seeming to come from all directions, making it impossible to determine the source. Lin Feng and his companions formed a tight circle back-to-back, watching their surroundings with intense vigilance. As the laughter drew closer, blurred figures gradually materialized within the fog. These shapes varied wildly—some were hunchbacked, others had twisted limbs—resembling vicious ghosts straight from the underworld.
"What on earth are these things?" Nangōng Qiàn'ér gripped the Purple Fire Blood Shadow Whip tightly as flames danced along the tip, trying to disperse the surrounding mist, though with very little effect.
Su Yao swung the Ice-Polar Shadowless Sword, sending an ice-blue sword qi shooting toward the figures in the fog. However, after traveling a short distance through the mist, the sword energy was swallowed up as if it had never existed at all.
Chapter 145