The dense fog in the electric room was like a heavy curtain, wrapping He Dong and Zha Liqun within it.
The fog churned, permeated by an eerie aura. It was like an invisible hand, tightly choking Zha Liqun's senses.
Zha Liqun felt the world around him grow blurry, as if he were standing in a sea of mist. His sense of direction had completely vanished.
All he could see was chaos. Aside from the billowing smoke, there was nothing. He could only rely on his hearing and sense of touch to judge everything around him.
"Come to think of it, I haven't crossed hands with Captain Zha yet. I've only heard that the cultivation technique you practice is sinister, cold, and ruthless. After seeing it today, it really is just as the rumors say."
"So, Captain Zha, don't you want to chat with me?"
He Dong's voice rang out through the thick fog, drifting unpredictably—now to the east, now to the west—as if countless He Dongs were circling Zha Liqun and speaking to him.
Zha Liqun could not understand how a mere mouthful of smoke had managed to fill the entire electric room.
Unwilling to sit and wait for death, he shouted and circulated his cultivation technique. The aura he released was instantly like the northern wind of winter, carrying a killing intent.
One of Zha Liqun's hands was still in a cast, so he could attack only with the other.
He threw a punch straight at the churning smoke.
The wind from his fist carried a bone-chilling cold, like winter descending. Wherever it passed, the smoke seemed to freeze and stopped moving for a moment.
However, it could not freeze all the smoke.
Zha Liqun suddenly saw a giant python burst out of the frozen mist.
The python was