Sensing figures pass behind them, Ning Que and Yi Tao instantly tensed.
Ning Yuanzhou stopped and scanned their surroundings warily.
The fog grew thicker and thicker, until they could barely tell north from south or east from west.
Visibility was so poor that they could not tell whether anyone was there at all.
"Did you feel that? There's someone in the fog..."
Yi Tao's voice trembled.
"They might not be human..."
Ning Que watched their surroundings warily.
As they spoke, all three sensed figures flitting past behind them again.
More and more fleeting shadows appeared. Ning Que and the others simply stopped moving and stood back-to-back.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
Sure enough, pale streaks of light, almost formless, appeared within their field of vision and flitted past their eyes.
"This..."
Yi Tao had never seen anything like this. He froze, unable to speak for a long time.
Even Ning Que's eyes held a trace of curiosity.
The system had given him plenty of things related to the martial way, but this was his first encounter with such strange, dazzling phenomena.
One of the spirit forms kept drawing closer to them.
At last, it stopped in front of Ning Que.
The two gazed at each other in silence.
Ning Que had indeed been tense all over at first, but once he realized these spirit forms showed no aggression, he gradually lowered his guard.
"What is this?"
Ning Que extended a hand, and the other copied him, extending a hand as well.
Their fingers touched, but there was no sensation of touching anything solid.
Ning Yuanzhou also stared at the hazy human silhouettes. His expression shifted before he said, "These are Heroic Spirits."
"Heroic Spirits?"
Ning Que and Yi Tao both froze.
"They're beings only cultivators have encountered. To be precise, they're already