Just as everyone thought they were temporarily safe and preparing to take a short break, the low roars grew closer and closer, and the surrounding mist grew even heavier. The mist seemed like a living creature, constantly churning and twisting, tightly wrapping everyone within it. The scenery around them became blurred in the dense fog, save for the occasional sound of swaying branches and the rustling of something unknown in the distance, sending chills down their spines.
"What on earth is making that noise?" Lifeng tightened his grip on the giant axe, looking around with extreme vigilance. His tall and burly frame was tense like a fully drawn bow, and the veins on his thick arms bulged, showing his inner tension and readiness.
Shorty was so frightened that he ducked behind Zhang Yue. Being thin and small, he was shivering uncontrollably. "I... I don't know, but it definitely doesn't feel like anything good." His voice carried an obvious tremble, his face full of fear and unease.
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