Watching Lin Xiaoting die before his eyes once again, Li Tianming's expression darkened.
He stepped forward two paces and sensed the utterly pulverized "Lin Xiaoting." The dust was a miserable green, the same color as the green mist in this space, giving off an eerie, chilling feeling.
Even Yinghuo shuddered. He popped out and stared at the spot where Lin Xiaoting had self-destructed, unable to stop himself from saying, "That little bastard really is a lingering ghost that refuses to disperse. But judging by how he acted just now, it really was him. It didn't look like someone else was impersonating him."
Miaomiao nodded, deeply agreeing. "That's that brat's personality—arrogant beyond belief and disgustingly outrageous."
Xianxian's spirit form flew out as well. Sensing the green mist around them made her feel uncomfortable.
Frowning, she said, "When I saw the green leaves on your head before, Little Li, I thought this eternal lifeform would be a plant. But from this green mist, I can't sense even a trace of a plant's scent."
Ji Ji floated out, her expression calm. "I don't think so either. But what do we do now? That Lin guy blew himself up. How are we supposed to find anyone?"
Li Tianming did not speak for the moment.
He had been thinking about what Lin Xiaoting had just said—that his entire family was already dead...
It left him somewhat unsettled.
Had he truly arrived too late?
He shook his head and did not dwell on it.
He quickly regained his calm and said, "Silver Dust, continue searching."
As more Silver Dust individuals spread out through the green-mist space, Li Tianming also ventured deeper into it.
The farther they went, the denser the green mist became, faintly taking on a viscous quality.
This feeling made both Li Tianming and