Now this was just great—the master and his two disciples had all lost their bearings in the dark. And none of them knew how that skeleton had sensed Luo Yunji and the others.
If it was by aura, then it should have had nothing to do with light or darkness, yet it had only reacted when Luo Yunji took out the Night-Shining Pearl. If it was related, then why? How could a skeleton be stimulated into reacting by brightness?
Weren't existences like undead souls supposed to fear light?
Luo Yunji could not figure it out, and he had no time to think about it. He pulled Zhang Xiaofan and ran a few steps through the darkness, then completely lost all sense of direction. The two of them stumbled along, not even knowing where they had run to.
Given the current situation, they could not leave this place. The two of them had already become utterly lost in the darkness.
However, Tian Buyi was extremely lucky to spot a speck of faint light in the distance, like a firefly in the night—tiny, yet exceptionally conspicuous.
And that skeleton, whose full form they had yet to see, seemed unwilling to let Tian Buyi approach that speck of faint light. It pursued him madly, with endless bang bang and boom boom sounds ringing out.
Luo Yunji was somewhat worried about Tian Buyi's situation and took out the Night-Shining Pearl again. He glimpsed an even deeper patch of darkness swaying in the distant gloom and hurriedly signaled Zhang Xiaofan to follow. The two of them, barely a shoulder's width apart, stepped over in an instant.
The Ghost Umbrella and the Fire Poker jabbed together at the enormous skull. A crisp crack of smashed bone and a dull echo spread through the dark space. A