The thick mist spread wildly, like a sea of clouds, obscuring their vision.
Now and then, strangely shaped things loomed before them. But when they drew near, they turned out to be withered branches, gnarled and reaching out in all directions. They looked like demons or ghosts and emanated dense Yin Qi.
Drip, drip, drip...
Whether it was dew condensed from the mist or droplets formed from gathered Yin Qi, it kept dripping down.
Pei Ling and Fu Xuanxu walked through it in silence. The former held a compass, constantly checking their direction, while the latter repeatedly formed Magic Seals. Dense layers of talismans floated around him.
Both had suppressed their vital energy to the utmost. They had not gone far before white frost gathered at the corners of their eyes and brows. Their faces had turned a deathly blue, making them look nothing like the living.
At that moment, the talismans floating in front of them suddenly burst into flames without a spark.
Pei Ling and Fu Xuanxu immediately stopped. Without the slightest hesitation, they retreated in the opposite direction.
Before long, a massive shadow passed lightly through the spot where they had just been.
The white mist obscured their view, and though they had already moved out of the way, they could not make out its features. They could only see a wavering silhouette, more than ten zhang tall. As it walked, it swept the mist aside, sending it surging and billowing like clouds.
A faint flash of dark purple gleamed in Pei Ling's eyes. In his vision, the Ghostly Being radiated boundless hatred, almost tangible. It was even more savage than the human-skin lantern from before.
The two held their breath. After a moment, the Ghostly Being gradually wandered off, completely unaware of their presence.
Seeing this,