As the smoke enveloping Chen Miao surged madly into the Ghost Cube in his hand, Yue Xiaodao had already stepped into the shade of the pagoda tree.
Ignoring the approaching Chen Guokun and Tong Yu, Yue Xiaodao stared fixedly at Chen Miao. His cheeks worked and tightened, and when he opened his mouth again, he spat his own tongue onto the ground along with a mouthful of blood.
The blood hissed as it hit the ground, rising into a Blood Mist that drifted swiftly toward the pagoda tree.
Chen Guokun halted mid-charge. Watching the Blood Mist about to sweep past him, his eyes flickered. He pulled something like a spray can from inside his clothes and sprayed it at the mist.
Hiss!
The white mist collided with the bloody mist, as though the two substances were neutralizing each other.
More than half of the bloody mist vanished instantly.
What remained, however, still flew toward the wooden hut beneath the pagoda tree.
Seeing that he could not stop it, Chen Guokun knew trouble might be coming. He immediately sprayed the rest of the contents onto both hands.
At the same time, Tong Yu had already launched a flying kick at Yue Xiaodao.
Just then, as the Blood Mist neared the hut, it veered and plunged straight into the ground below.
A chill everyone could feel surfaced for an instant, and the door of the previously silent hut began to rattle.
With a bang, the hut door burst open from within.
In an instant, the tree's previously normal-sized patch of shade expanded several times over, engulfing Chen Miao just as he was about to pull out a second handful of incense sticks.
Crack!
The Ghost Cube wreathed in incense smoke split apart.
A chill appeared behind Chen Miao, making the hairs on