"What the hell is this?"
Even Jiang Qiao was startled when he saw these things, and an irritable, oppressive feeling rose uncontrollably in his heart.
"Have you seen them before?"
He looked at Zhao Qian beside him.
The smoke had just enveloped the area, and Zhao Qian had lost his sense of direction.
But he had not gone far.
Jiang Qiao gave him a light tug and rescued him.
Through Zhao Qian, Jiang Qiao discovered that once someone lost their sense of direction in this fog, their figure would grow fainter and fainter. In the end, their body would merge with the Blood Mist, while their consciousness would wander through the fog forever.
As for the person himself.
He would feel that he had merely lost his way and would never be able to find his way out again.
He would not realize that he was already dead.
Moreover.
The more people became lost in the Blood Mist, the stronger the effects of "being lost" and "confusion" would become.
Simply put.
The Blood Mist made you lose your way.
Once you became lost, you would further strengthen the Blood Mist's ability to make others lose their way.
An endless cycle.
Until eternity.
Or until some peerless powerhouse broke it.
It was truly formidable!
"These are little ghosts formed from Fierce Sha Energy." As a native and the leader of a town, Zhao Qian naturally had some knowledge.
Now.
The town was enveloped by the Blood Mist, and all kinds of evil entities were attacking.
It was obvious that there was no way out.
He accepted his fate and stopped trying to persuade Jiang Qiao. Instead, he actively hoped to provide some information for Jiang Qiao's reference.
"The so-called Fierce Sha Energy—"
"Is baleful energy condensed in places where countless people