Wherever they swept past, the mist churned endlessly. The flesh on the ground seemed to have found something to rally around, rising strand by strand, drawn out like viscous liquid and connecting to their feet. It looked as though it hung down from their soles, but in truth, the ground was supporting them.
The Seventh Seat had intended to stop the other two as well, but the Heretic on the far right had already reached him.
"Your opponent is me, rat." His voice carried a note of disgust. "You miserable bastard, clinging to life in the Holy Sovereign's residence."
The next instant, an enormous impact shattered the Gray Mist.
But the dense mist did not immediately disperse. It writhed in place as though alive, trembling for a long time before slowly dissipating, little by little.
Lu Yuan's expression turned utterly grim as he watched the two Fifth Order Heretics closing in on everyone from behind. Brunkel and the Blue Knight's faces darkened as well. They knew they could no longer escape. A brutal battle was inevitable.
Yet just then, a murmuring suddenly came from deep within the mist. The sound was both low and soaring, carrying a certain reverence.
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up at the sound. Other Heretics-other Heretics had actually followed them here.
The Blue Knight and Brunkel, however, looked solemn. Now their escape had been cut off completely.
Ahead, to the left, and to the right, deep within the mist, numerous Heretics in antiquated clothing sang in unison. They stood at intervals, slowly advancing on the group in an eerie formation.
The ground beneath everyone's feet began to distort. A sense of contamination gradually emerged all around them.
They were surrounded.
The Heretics had already laid their encirclement while everyone slept.
As Lu Yuan watched the singing