Her entire body tensed.
Clutching tightly the psionic dagger Chu An had gotten for her, Mo Ling's petite body arched halfway up like a threatened leopard.
The surroundings were utterly silent.
She had originally been able to barely make out her surroundings, but at some point, the fog had suddenly thickened and surrounded her completely.
"Ha—ha."
Rapid panting.
It grew faster and faster. The retreating figure seemed to realize that Mo Ling had noticed something was wrong.
The speed at which it retreated was almost like a full sprint as it raced toward her.
Moving its arms and legs in reverse, violating the way humans moved, Lin An came backward like a corpse being controlled, swinging both arms.
The back of his head, facing away from Mo Ling, seemed as though it could turn around to look at her at any moment.
When did this happen?
Doing her best to adjust the rhythm of her breathing, Mo Ling's heart jolted violently.
Lin An, who had been walking in front, had clearly been replaced.
What exactly is approaching me?
Logically speaking, if this was a Supernatural Event, shouldn't it not attack her proactively?
There was no time to think.
The next second.
It charged backward.
With a bone-chilling sound of bones twisting, the face that had always been turned away from her suddenly twisted 180 degrees.
A featureless face, as white as a blank sheet of paper, rapidly enlarged in her pupils.
So fast!
"Bang!!"
Under the high-speed impact, her tiny body was instantly sent flying into the air.
"Ding, Special Event mission triggered."
"The Nameless One!"
Flying backward through the air, Mo Ling felt as if every bone in her body was about to shatter.
A sweetness welled up in her chest.
If not for the Necro-body granting her a