Chaos Spirit Mist! Someone Else Was Behind It!

The surrounding mist suddenly began to rise.

Waves of smoke enveloped the people and corpses within.

A strange smell immediately drifted out.

Patter, patter.

The sound of footsteps rang out, gradually growing louder.

The orderly footsteps came with the appearance of the dense fog.

In an instant, they became a ceaseless thunder, growing fiercer with every step.

Jia Le could not help but tremble inwardly.

Just moments ago, they had sounded like children playing house, neat and orderly.

How had the sound multiplied so much in such a short time?

The noise now sounded as if countless corpses were running toward them.

As the sound grew increasingly intense and entered his ears,

Jia Le's head roared as though ten thousand horses were galloping.

He could not help shaking his head.

Daoist Priest Qian He noticed Jia Le's abnormality and hurriedly shouted, "This is Chaos Spirit Mist. Don't lose formation. Everyone, hold your breath and calm your minds. Maintain your state of mind, and don't let the mist disrupt your consciousness."

"You guard the formation. I'll go deal with this little bit of mist."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes spoke confidently.

He raised two fingers in a sword sign, and energy circulated.

A talisman shot forward.

Golden light burst forth in all directions.

Powerful winds gathered.

"Gale Spell, go!"

The incantation rang out.

The powerful wind howled in every direction.

The mist seemed to have no physical form.

Wherever the strong wind reached, not even a trace of it dispersed.

Though it happened slowly, it happened swiftly.

Within the mist, deafening footsteps rolled over like an avalanche.

They came howling toward everyone.

Suddenly, something flashed before Daoist Priest Four-Eyes.

A sharp blade shot out of the mist, aimed straight at his face.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes dodged in time, and his bronze sword flew into his hand.

He began fighting it.

Clang, clang.

The sound of weapons colliding suddenly mixed into the mist.

Immediately afterward, sounds of battle also rang out from where Master Yixiu and Daoist Priest Qian He were guarding.

Hearing it, Jia Le and Qingqing grew more and more tense.

After all, they had never experienced anything so intense. They still lacked too much combat experience.

Like startled birds, the two hid behind Lin Fan in terror.

The four of A Dong, A Nan, A Bei, and A Xi were different. They held their positions tightly on both sides of Lin Fan.

After all, they had traveled far and wide with Daoist Priest Qian He and had seen much of the world.

Their minds were relatively steadier.

"Senior Disciple Brother, why is this so strange? How come nothing is happening on our side?"

A Dong spoke with a tense expression.

As soon as he finished speaking,

"Heh heh!"

A sinister laugh rang out.

Ghostly shadows seemed to sway within the dense fog.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in midair.

It was especially conspicuous in the thick fog.

"Not good!"

As the cold laugh faded,

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes cursed inwardly, realizing it only afterward.

It was trying to draw my attention and target the people behind me.

"Baldy, Junior Brother, hurry and help! Something's about to happen over there."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes kicked fiercely, using the force to leap away and break free.

Daoist Priest Qian He and Master Yixiu followed suit.

The three gathered together and tried to run toward Lin Fan and the others.

As the mist grew denser,

the three seemed to lose their sense of direction.

No matter how they ran, they still could not see Lin Fan and the others.

"What do we do? We need to find them quickly."

Daoist Priest Qian He spoke anxiously.

"This dense fog..."

Before Master Yixiu could finish,

streaks of cold light attacked again.

Several sharp blades stabbed toward the three in unison.

As the ambush grew fiercer,

the blades seemed to multiply by the instant.

The three were hard-pressed on all sides and could no longer spare themselves to search for Lin Fan and the others.

They could only continue meeting the enemy while their anxiety mounted.

The dense mist.

Everyone lost their sense of direction.

Under the effects of the Chaos Spirit Mist,

Jia Le and Qingqing's legs went weak.

Their minds swayed precariously, as though their consciousness had grown hazy.

At some unknown point, the Chaos Spirit Mist had already corroded everyone's energy.

Thump.

Aside from Lin Fan, everyone seemed to lose control of their bodies.

They collapsed limply to the ground, feeble and seemingly trying to say something.

"Playing tricks and pretending to be ghosts!"

Lin Fan spoke forcefully toward the ghostly shadow.

The ghostly shadow seemed to have been enraged.

Suddenly, cold light sprayed forth, its sharpness fully revealed.

A powerful, keen aura,

with the force of swallowing mountains and rivers, seemed intent on crushing everything before it.

It attacked Lin Fan and the others.

"It's over. It's over."

Jia Le spoke weakly.

His heart struggled desperately.

This time, it really is over. Everyone has lost their fighting ability.

I haven't even gotten any further with Qingqing yet.

Though Master often teases me and loves taking his anger out on me, he really has treated me well.

"Senior Disciple Brother!"

A Dong's face was filled with unwillingness as scene after scene unfolded in his mind.

I haven't had the chance to touch that barrier yet.

Why? I refuse to accept this.

I still have to work hard and become stronger.

I still have to become Master's pride.

"Master!"

A Nan, A Xi, and A Bei had already huddled together.

They cried out in despair.

Qingqing's eyes were hollow as she stared blankly at what lay before her.

It seemed as though everything at this moment was nothing more than an illusion.

Just as everyone prepared to face death,

a figure suddenly stood firmly before them.

It seemed capable of shielding everyone from anything.

That towering figure was dazzling like the blazing sun.

Its radiance burst in every direction, immovable and unshakable.

Perhaps because of the effects of the Chaos Spirit Mist,

everyone felt that the person before them had become, at that moment,

especially sacred and impossible to profane.

A halo that no one could look directly at radiated from him.

Lin Fan's face remained calm.

He raised two fingers in a sword sign, and energy circulated.

Golden light shimmered before him as golden pupils emerged.

"Heaven-Piercing Eyes, Break the Barrier."

The command was issued.

Under the illumination of the golden light,

the mist instantly receded, and Lin Fan smiled in satisfaction.

He surveyed his surroundings and suddenly sensed that only one aura remained.

It was both real and illusory. Everything else was a false image.

He had not expected there to be formations hidden within the mist as well.

They had been incorporated into it. It seemed he would have to get just a little more serious.

As the mist receded, everyone immediately found their bearings.

Looking at Lin Fan and the others not far away, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes shouted, "Are you all right?"

He then ran over without stopping.

"I... we're... we're fine, Martial Uncle."

A Dong answered weakly, his voice hoarse.

"M-Master, luckily Senior Disciple Brother still has the strength to fight. Otherwise, we..."

Jia Le replied feebly.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes put away his bronze sword.

He crouched down and helped Jia Le to his feet.

Suddenly, the mist rose again.

Everyone's vision became blurred once more.

Two fierce attacks emerged with the mist!

They shot straight toward Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and Jia Le!