Although the crisis in the otherworldly space had settled, when Xu Tiancai and the others returned to the Alliance Camp, before they even had a chance to properly rest and recover, a heavy haze once again quietly enveloped the area.
Outside the camp, the once peaceful and tranquil forest recently felt as though it had been cursed by evil spirits, remaining eerily silent. The lush branches and leaves no longer rustled in the wind, the birds fell silent, and even the traces of insects and ants were hard to find. A thick, ink-like mist seemed to have a life of its own, winding its way out from the depths of the forest and wrapping around the camp's fences as if probing and spying. That mist exuded a bone-chilling cold; wherever it passed, flowers and plants instantly withered and died, and a white frost covered the ground, just like a dead zone ruthlessly eroding the vibrant camp.
Xu Tiancai woke early to practice his sword. Just as he reached the edge of the camp, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. Lifting his gaze, he saw dark figures flickering in the thick fog like phantoms, moving so fast that only afterimages remained. When he wanted to pursue them, the figures had already plunged into the mist, leaving behind only a string of spine-chilling, shrill laughter that echoed as if mocking and threatening them.
Chapter 291