Bizarre Mist

"Is it not over yet?" an eagle-nosed middle-aged man with a gloomy face asked impatiently.

"Almost, almost, it'll be right away," a voice came from the wooden house in front of the middle-aged man, accompanied by the screams of a woman.

The inside of the wooden house was practically a living hell; a dozen corpses were strewn about, and severed limbs and broken arms were scattered in every corner of the room. The smell of blood struck straight at the crown of the head, and it was in this utterly nauseating environment.

A man wearing a black robe was writhing on top of a tattered, blood-drenched woman. The woman pinned beneath him let out shrill screams, but the black-robed man had tightly bound her hands.

In the corner remained only a small boy with a face covered in blood and hollow eyes, evidently already frightened out of his wits by the hellish scene before him.

As the man let out a satisfied grunt, he stood up and his aura surged. Four Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet, and with a wave of his right hand, the Green Bone Revenant that appeared behind him swung the machete in its hand. In an instant, the woman on the ground was separated into head and torso, making no further sound at all.

"Only this last one is left," the black-robed man slowly walked toward the small boy in the corner, the corners of his mouth grinning viciously. Every time he raided a village, he would always leave a few children behind; while he was venting his anger, the cries of these children and the despairing expressions on their faces were like stimulants to him.

It was a pity the child before him seemed to have been scared silly, and no expression could be discerned on his numb face. "Bah, what wretched luck. How did I end up getting stuck with an idiot? If I'd known, I would've left a few more."

Noticing the figure slowly approaching, that curled-up, tiny body slowly raised its head, its hollow eyes completely lacking focus.

"Is it about to end?" he muttered to himself.

Six years ago, because he spent the entire night at an internet cafe and was killed when a streetlamp crushed him upon stepping outside, he transmigrated to Douluo Continent. While still in swaddling clothes, he had been picked up from the woods and brought home by a couple in this small village. Every time his parents went into town to sell vegetables, he would beg to go along.

During this period, he wandered through various tea shops countless times, solely to gather information to figure out exactly which era he had transmigrated into.

Some time ago, he had managed to fish out information in a tea house in the city that Ning Tian, the young master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, had awakened her martial soul some time prior. He had been thrilled that he transmigrated into the era of The Unrivaled Tang Clan.

Yet Mu Feng, who had known the plot in advance and was already plotting to latch onto Huo Yuhao's coattails early on, did not wait for the soul master responsible for the soul awakening on today's soul awakening day; instead, three evil soul masters had arrived first.

In the remote Stone Village, the highest-leveled soul master was merely the village chief's son, an 18th-rank soul master. Facing evil soul masters configured with two soul ancestors and one soul king, the weak-strength Stone Village was completely inadequate, and within two hours, it suffered the ravages and slaughter of the three evil soul masters.

His parents had also long since fallen in a wave of area-of-effect attacks. The woman who had just died was an older sister from the west side of the village whom he had met a few times, and he had heard she was getting married to the village chief's son this year.

"Is it going to end just like this?"

What is he mumbling about in his mouth? It seems he's been scared out of his wits and hallucinating. The black-robed man had already walked up in front of Mu Feng and impatiently raised his right hand, while the Green Bone Revenant behind him also raised its executioner's blade.

At this critical moment between life and death, suddenly, the curled-up and already numb Mu Feng roared like a madman.

"Ah!"

Howling, he crawled up from the ground and charged at the black-robed man. Even though his legs had already gone soft, and even though fear had overwhelmed him, at this critical juncture of life and death, extreme despair was like a flicker of a flame that ignited the fierce spirit deep within his heart.

Even if I die, I have to bite a chunk of flesh off him. In despairing Mu Feng's mind, only this last shred of thought remained.

The black-robed man let out a cold snort. He had seen too many fools making such dying struggles. "A fool is a fool; the gap between soul masters and mortals is even greater than that between humans and pigs, Hahaha."

Even though the next second Mu Feng would be left a corpse on the spot, the black-robed man still spoke, mercilessly mocking him.

Yet very soon, the black-robed man noticed something was wrong. When the small boy raised his head, the black-robed man suddenly noticed how his pupils actually lacked even a shred of white, leaving only completely pitch-black voids, and a ring of dark purple mist slowly rose up around his body as well.

Upon seeing that ominous mist, the black-robed man's heart skipped a beat, and all four of his Soul Rings lit up. Harboring an ominous premonition, he only wanted to hurriedly deal with this bizarre little brat before him to avoid any accidents.

A powerful soul-clearing wave was slashed out from the bone spirit's blade. The formidable slash melted instantly upon touching the dark purple mist surrounding the boy; his attack seemed to have been absorbed by the mist, and the mist that had originally only coiled around the boy instantly burst to fill the entire house.

The moment it touched the mist, his body felt as though it had been imprisoned, unable to move a single inch. He could only feel in despair as his body and martial soul were simultaneously eroded by the mist, and even his screams were blocked by the mist and failed to pass out of the house.

Mu Feng fiercely hugged his thigh, tearing at his body like a beast biting its prey, until he was completely swallowed by the mist.

The mist that absorbed the black-robed man directly shattered the wooden window and surged out into the surroundings. The middle-aged man standing outside the house hadn't even been able to figure out what was going on with these purple mists when he was already in the midst of the thick fog, his body unable to move.

With a cry of pain, the soul master with three Soul Rings of white, white, and yellow shining beneath his feet fell in a pool of blood and lost his breath. The instigator of all this was none other than the person in front of him who was also wearing a black robe, except that he had five Soul Rings beneath his feet. His eyes were narrow and long, with deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose, and he looked to be about forty years old.

These two fools, how have they still not finished tidying up? During the battle just now, the opponent had taken advantage of his inattention to actually pull out something that could explode like a firework, which should have been an item used for communication among imperial soul masters. He estimated that in another seven or eight minutes, other soul masters would rush over.

He hurriedly set off to leave this place. When he returned to that small village, the entire village was dead silent; aside from the bloodstains and wooden houses on the ground, not a single corpse could actually be seen. It was a stark contrast to the scene when he left to keep watch, where corpses littered the field. If not for those pools of blood on the ground, he would have suspected whether he was experiencing hallucinations.

Could those two fools have stayed behind to clean up?

Clutching his suspicions, he quickly searched the wooden house. Very soon, he discovered an abnormality: throughout the entire village, only the wooden house right in front of him had a small amount of dark purple mist lingering around it. He cautiously entered it, and his body inevitably touched some of the mist. At the places that were touched, he could clearly sense his soul power draining away.

Pushing open the wooden door, there was only one small boy inside, lying on the ground with a face covered in blood, and his martial soul was manifesting behind him.

Her figure was tall and cold, with pointed elven ears, and dark purple hair down to her waist drifted wantonly. Behind her, three pairs of tattered magic wings unfolded alternately; the wing feathers were charred black and split open, their edges entangled with dark purple corrosive demonic flames and covered in fractured scars.

She wore a dark purple-and-gold intertwined Fallen Angel battle dress, with dark magic chains wrapped around her waist, and her hands supported a swirling shadow vortex. Phantom chains crisscrossed throughout her surroundings, and corrosive black fog constantly drifted out from within the mist.

Just as he intended to explore carefully, the trap he had set in the forest earlier was triggered. His martial soul was a demonic spider, and one of his soul skills was setting up spiderweb traps; it should have been triggered by soul masters drawn over by the commotion just now.

Thus, he hurriedly hoisted him up and fled at high speed. Although he still hadn't figured out the cause, the disappearance of his two teammates and all the corpses in the entire village was definitely inseparable from this small boy's bizarre angel martial soul.