Chapter 131

In this tense, near-frozen atmosphere, every wisp of air felt as heavy as lead, weighing down upon everyone's chests like an ancient primordial beast and making it difficult to breathe. Before the valley, it was as if an ancient battlefield had been forgotten by time; the shadow of death spread silently among them like a thick black mist. Endowed with a life of its own, the mist carried the icy breath of mortality, slowly wrapping around each person's soul and sending shudders down their spines. Yet, in that very suffocating instant, the next moment— Whoosh! A furious gale howled like an angry dragon, carrying a world-shattering momentum akin to a dark legion stampeding from the edge of the world. Du Bufan's figure vanished from before the three men in the blink of an eye, leaving not the slightest trace. Like morning dew under the sunlight, he vanished instantly into the void. His speed was so swift that he seemed to be the wind itself, never having paused in his tracks at all. Only a faint, ethereal afterimage flickered in the air—a wisp of a trace left behind by a phantom elf dancing lightly, seeming real yet illusory, a mirage that would shatter at the slightest touch.