Only when Jiang Fan truly walked into Ghost Cry Valley did he feel just how eerily sinister this place was.
Gray-black mist coiled around him, exuding an air of decay.
From time to time, baleful yin energy blew past his side, emitting mournful wails like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Especially the squelching echoes beneath his feet as he stepped on the muddy ground—it was as though he were walking through another space, sending chills crawling down his spine.
"Brother, it's so cold here!"
Jiang Ming shrank her neck and moved closer to Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan tightened his grip on her hand and circulated the spiritual power within him, forming a faint protective barrier around them.
"Don't be afraid. Stay close to me!"
His divine sense was heavily suppressed within the valley, allowing him to barely probe a radius of ten zhang.
Even so, he could sense an eerie force permeating the valley, constantly eroding his protective spiritual power and divine sense like countless tiny insects gnawing away at them.
After the two had walked for about half an hour, the mist ahead suddenly grew denser.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Rustling sounds came from the thick fog in the darkness.
"Careful!"
Jiang Fan shielded Jiang Ming behind him.
The moment he spoke, a black shadow suddenly shot out and lunged straight at his face.
It was a bat covered entirely in black fur, with a wingspan of more than one zhang.
Its eyes were crimson red, its fangs protruded from its mouth, and it gave off a foul, fishy stench.
It was unbelievably fast, like a bolt of black lightning, reaching Jiang Fan in an instant.
"A Void Realm Early Stage demon beast, a Black-Winged Bat?"
Jiang Fan's heart tightened as he struck out with his palm.
But the Black-Winged