A bluish-green hue spread in from the distance.
It was not particularly fast, like a massive bruise slowly spreading between heaven and earth, yet the sense of oppression it brought was astonishingly intense.
Almost everyone sensed that something was wrong at the same time.
It was a bone-piercing chill, completely different from the cold air of the Icefield.
The bonfire in the stone house abruptly shrank.
The chill closing in from all directions forcibly pressed the flames down. The firelight, which had only just regained its color, changed from orange-yellow to ghastly white, then to bluish-green once more.
Everyone's faces were cast in a ghostly green light.
Like a group of corpses.
"What the hell is going on?!" Shen Boxia was the first to rise. He strode to Jiang Qiao's side and looked outside the stone house.
At that moment.
The surging mist had already vanished, replaced by an even deeper shade of bluish-green.
That color seemed to seep down from the sky, rise from the lake's surface, and squeeze out from every inch of space in all directions.
Boundless and endless.
As though the entire world were turning into a gigantic corpse stain.
The smell in the air had changed as well.
It was no longer that sickly sweetness of rust mixed with rotting flesh, but a more primal, purer stench of decay.
"What the fuck is this now?"
Lei Yu's face had gone pale, and his voice trembled.
Shen Boxia frowned tightly as well. Turning to Jiang Qiao, a rare trace of unease entered his voice. "Mr. Jiang, this..."
Jiang Qiao stood at the doorway.
His Dual Pupils had been pushed to their limit.
Grayish-blue light churned deep within his eyes, but even as his vision pierced through the bluish-green haze, he could neither see its boundary nor