Within the pitch-black demon fog, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling rose and fell in waves.
A black umbrella drifted through the fog, with a figure visible beneath it.
Zhou Chang's face was deathly pale. Every so often, he turned to look behind him, as though a vengeful ghost were about to come chasing after him.
He muttered, "I'm the only one left."
There were quite a few Bianlin Guards. Because their duties and missions differed, they were mainly divided into the Vanguard Guard and the Shadow Guard.
The Vanguard Guard was responsible for guarding the city, while the Shadow Guard, as its name suggested, specialized in investigating the state of the Black Demon Fog.
Strange substances floated within the Black Demon Fog.
To mutants, these substances were energy that could be absorbed and refined into the body. To cultivators, however, they were akin to poison. If too much of it touched them, the lighter consequence was infection and transformation into a mutant; the heavier consequence was exploding on the spot and dying.
Relying on special artifacts, the Shadow Guard could isolate these strange substances to a certain extent.
Of course, that was on the condition that they did not venture too deeply into the Black Demon Fog for too long.
In the past, relying on powerful artifacts and his own unique cultivation method, Zhou Chang had always been able to retreat safely alongside the other Shadow Guards without incident. But today, he had encountered the most terrifying nightmare.
The demon fog churned violently, like the shadow of a ghost appearing and vanishing by turns.
At that moment, a light and melodious young girl's voice suddenly appeared beside Zhou Chang's ear.
He trembled all over in fright and immediately poured all the remaining Spiritual Energy into the Demon-Repelling