"A Ling?"
Yang Rui hurriedly called out. This person had been following right behind him the whole time. Their build was similar to A Ling's, but with his vision completely obscured, who knew what kind of thing it was?
But the moment the words left his mouth, his expression changed!
He discovered that it wasn't just his vision that had been affected by the fog. His voice seemed to be affected too. He had clearly spoken loudly, but what came out sounded as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"It's me..." A faint voice came from the other side as well, but it did not draw any closer, as if maintaining the proper degree of caution.
Yang Rui's brows furrowed tightly when he heard the voice. The tone sounded similar, but he couldn't be sure about the voice itself. It was too faint for him to determine whether it really was her.
"Come closer slowly..." Yang Rui inhaled and spoke, but his enormous arm was already pressing against the greatsword on his back, every muscle in his body taut!
For a moment, the scene fell silent. The figure on the other side said nothing, and Yang Rui said nothing either. They simply watched each other without moving!
"A Ling?" A cold glint flashed through Yang Rui's eyes. The muscles in his legs tensed slightly as he shouted, "Come over!"
He couldn't remain locked in this standoff forever. This oppressive state consumed both mental strength and stamina enormously. If the other party still refused to come over, he would choose to attack directly. Of course, even if the other party came over, he would still attack. At the very least, he had to subdue them before seeing them clearly, to ensure his own safety.
However, A Ling was an Agility Warrior, so