In this bamboo forest scarred by the ravages of war, that strange black mist surged like a tide of demons erupting from the nether abyss, spreading at a chilling speed that encapsulated the Wolf King entirely in the blink of an eye. The black mist was tangible; as it churned and billowed, it resembled countless ferocious ghost faces struggling and wailing within, emitting wave after wave of blood-chilling, icy malevolence. The bamboo forest, already left in ruins by the fierce battle, now seemed draped in a shadow of death under the shroud of this black mist, adding an even more gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, as if it had transformed into a mortal purgatory.
"Good grief, why is this black mist like spilled ink? Not only is it thick and pitch-black, but it also carries an eeriness deep to the bone. Could this be some nasty trick the Wolf King whipped up right before dying, trying to drag us down with him!" Lin Wan'er widened her eyes like copper bells, her pretty face a complex mix of terror and curiosity. Her voice trembled involuntarily as she tried her best to use this bantering tone to dispel the lingering fear in her heart. At that moment, she was like a startled little bird, clutching tightly to Xuan Feng's sleeve, her delicate body trembling slightly as if a gentle breeze could blow her over.
Xuan Feng's brows were tightly knitted together like two mountains about to merge, his gaze revealing deep vigilance and solemnity. "This mist is definitely not anything ordin…
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