"Black fog? Where did the black fog come from?"
The two men, who had been at each other's throats, instantly sheathed their swords and followed the villagers' terrified gazes, frowning simultaneously.
At the entrance of the village, a thick black fog, as dense as ink, was slowly spreading.
The once bright sunshine was now completely obscured.
The sky suddenly turned dark, and not a single ray of light could penetrate the eerie mist.
Ghostly figures could be vaguely seen flitting through the black fog, as if something terrifying was prowling within.
The black fog advanced slowly, and at this pace, it would take about two incense sticks' time to reach the village entrance.
Zheng Yu sneered, gripping the saber at his waist tightly, and turned to walk into the village. "The mission is crucial, so I'll let you live a while longer."
Qin An pondered slightly and remained silent.
The origin of this sudden black fog was unknown, and acting rashly was not a wise move.
