"Stop."
Sword Mastiff, who was walking at the very front, suddenly halted. His gaze swept toward one side.
Everyone stopped in their tracks and followed Sword Mastiff's line of sight.
Within the dense fog, there was nothing.
They had still been able to see those enormous shadows in the fog moments ago...
But now, those shadows had all vanished, as if they had retreated into the depths of the fog.
"Why did you stop?"
"It looks like there's nothing there..."
"I didn't see anything either."
The True Gods looked at one another.
Sword Mastiff frowned as well. Could his senses have been mistaken?
At that thought, he lightly flicked a finger.
"Clang!"
The sound of a sword leaving its sheath rang from his sleeve.
A miniature sword shot out and began circling before him.
The sword was no longer than a palm, but every detail of its blade and hilt had been crafted with exquisite precision.
"With the Sword Token as the mountain, evil karma as its reckoning—if danger lies ahead, let it ring!"
"Buzz—"
The miniature sword began ringing incessantly before Sword Mastiff.
But the direction of its tip was not fixed. It drifted wildly back and forth, left and right.
Before long, the miniature sword actually pointed straight at the ground!
"Underground?"
The Sword Clan disciples looked at one another. Sword Mastiff's brows furrowed deeply as he said, "It is indeed underground. Everyone, watch your feet!"
This miniature sword was the Sword Clan's supreme treasure, the Calamity Dissolving Sword. To a certain extent, it could detect the direction from which danger was coming.
Could it have burrowed underground?
A faint glint flashed in Luo Zheng's eyes. He immediately asked, "Do those Avatars of Fear possess intelligence?"
This was a very important question.
If they were ordinary avatars, then