The group stepped into the gloomy valley, where thick fog hung like dense milk, heavy and dense, tightly binding their line of sight. With every step forward, it felt as though they were plunging into an unknown abyss. The fear born of that uncertainty clung to them like a shadow, and the unease in their hearts grew heavier by the moment.
Zhang Yue gripped his longsword tightly, the blade flashing with a faint, cold light. He cautiously forged ahead, his gaze sweeping the surroundings with vigilance. Every shadow and every wisp of wind made his nerves instantly tense. Ziyan followed closely behind, her Staff glowing faintly. That light seemed so petty and powerless in the heavy fog; she tried to dispel the annoying mist, but it was all in vain.
"Everyone be careful, this place feels strange," Zhang Yue said, lowering his voice. His words sounded exceptionally clear in the silent valley, only to be swallowed up by the fog almost immediately.
Chapter 101