Chaos Spirit Mist! Someone Else is Involved!

Suddenly, mist rose all around.

Waves of smoke enveloped people and corpses alike.

A strange smell soon wafted out.

Pat-pat-pat.

Sounds of footsteps began, growing louder.

The orderly footsteps, appearing with the dense fog.

Instantly became a torrent, treading ever harder.

Jia Le couldn't help but tremble.

Just moments ago, it was like playing house, so neat and tidy.

How could there be so many sounds in such a short time?

The noise now sounded as if countless corpses were running over.

As the sounds grew more intense, reaching their ears.

Jia Le's head roared, like ten thousand horses galloping.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

Daoist Priest Qian He noticed Jia Le's abnormality and quickly shouted, "This is the Chaos Spirit Mist, don't lose your formation. Everyone, hold your breath and calm your minds, don't let the mist confuse your consciousness."

"You all hold the formation, let me go deal with this little mist."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes declared confidently.

He raised his sword finger, his aura flowing.

A talisman shot out.

Golden light erupted.

Strong winds converged.

"Gale Spell, go!"

The incantation rang out.

Strong winds howled in all directions.

The mist, like an intangible entity.

Where the strong winds reached, not a trace receded.

No sooner said than done.

From within the mist, a deafening, chaotic sound of footsteps.

Rushed towards the group.

Suddenly, in front of Daoist Priest Four-Eyes, there was a flash.

A sharp blade shot out from the mist, aiming straight for his face.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes dodged in time, drawing his bronze sword.

He began to fight.

Clang-clang.

The sounds of weapons clashing were suddenly mixed into the mist.

Immediately after, Master Yixiu and Daoist Priest Qian He's positions.

Were also filled with sounds of fighting.

Jia Le and Qingqing, hearing the sounds, felt their nerves stretched taut repeatedly.

After all, they hadn't seen much of the world and lacked experience.

The two were like startled birds, fearfully hiding behind Lin Fan.

It was different for the four from the east, west, south, and north, who tightly guarded Lin Fan's sides.

Having followed Daoist Priest Qian He on his travels, they were more experienced.

Their temperaments were relatively more stable.

"Senior Disciple Brother, why is it so strange? Why is it only us who are fine?"

A Dong asked nervously.

As soon as he spoke.

"Heh heh!"

A cold laugh rang out.

Within the dense fog, shadows seemed to flicker like ghosts.

A dark figure suddenly appeared overhead.

stood out starkly in the dense fog.

"This is bad!"

A cold laugh followed.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes cursed inwardly, only realizing the truth belatedly.

They're trying to distract me and go after the people behind me.

"Bald monk, junior brother. Hurry and help, trouble's brewing over there."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes kicked off, leaping out and turning his body.

Daoist Priest Qian He and Master Yixiu followed suit.

The three converged, intending to head towards Lin Fan and the others.

As the mist grew thicker.

The three seemed to lose their sense of direction.

No matter how they ran, they still couldn't see Lin Fan and the others.

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

Daoist Priest Qian He said anxiously.

"This dense fog..."

Master Yixiu's words were cut short.

As streaks of cold light attacked again.

Several sharp blades slashed towards the three in unison.

With the intensifying surprise attack.

The blades seemed to multiply instantly.

The three were overwhelmed, unable to break away to search for Lin Fan and the others.

They could only continue to fight back, filled with anxiety.

The dense fog.

Everyone lost their way.

Under the effect of the Chaos Spirit Mist.

Jia Le and Qingqing's legs went weak.

Their minds reeled, as if their senses had blurred.

The Chaos Spirit Mist had, at some unknown time, corroded everyone's vitality.

Thump.

Everyone except Lin Fan, their bodies out of control.

Collapsed to the ground, weak and breathless, as if trying to say something.

"Putting on a show!"

Lin Fan said forcefully to the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure seemed enraged.

Suddenly, cold light scattered, its edge revealed.

A sharp and domineering powerful aura.

With the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, it seemed intent on crushing everything in its path.

It attacked Lin Fan and the others.

"It's over, it's over."

Jia Le said weakly.

His heart struggled immensely.

This is really the end. Everyone has lost their combat ability.

I haven't even had any further development with Qingqing yet.

Although Master often teases me and likes to take his frustrations out on me.

But he's actually not bad to me.

"Is this how it ends? I... I'm not willing!"

A Dong's face showed unwillingness, scene after scene replaying in his mind.

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

Why? I'm not willing.

I still have to strive to become stronger.

I will also become Master's pride.

"Master!"

A Nan, A Xi, and A Bei were already clinging to each other.

Crying out in despair.

Qingqing stared blankly, her eyes vacant, at the scene before her.

As if everything at this moment was an illusion.

Just as everyone was ready to face death.

Suddenly, a figure stood steadily before them.

As if able to shield them from everything.

Such a towering presence, as dazzling as the scorching sun.

Radiant and unshakeable.

Perhaps it was the effect of the Bewildering Mist.

Everyone felt the person before them, at this moment.

Appeared exceptionally sacred, beyond desecration.

Emanating a halo that one could not gaze directly upon.

Lin Fan's face was calm.

He raised his sword finger, his aura flowing.

Golden light blazed before his eyes, golden pupils appearing.

"Heaven-Piercing Eyes, break the obstruction."

The command seal activated.

The mist, under the illumination of the golden light.

Instantly receded. Lin Fan smiled knowingly.

He surveyed his surroundings and suddenly sensed only one remaining aura.

Real and illusory, the rest were all false images.

He hadn't expected the mist to contain the art of formations.

Integrated within, it seemed he needed to get a little more serious.

As the mist dissipated, everyone instantly found their direction.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes saw Lin Fan not far away and shouted to his group, "Are you alright!"

He then rushed over without delay.

"We... we're... fine, Uncle-Master."

A Dong replied weakly, his voice hoarse.

"Master, thankfully Senior Disciple Brother still has combat power, otherwise we..."

Jia Le answered feebly.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes put away his bronze longsword.

He half-crouched and helped Jia Le up.

Suddenly, the mist surged again.

Everyone's vision became blurry once more.

Two sharp attacks emerged from the fog!

Heading straight for Daoist Priest Four-Eyes and Jia Le!