As the dew grew heavier and the latter half of the night approached, the temperature in Luofeng Canyon suddenly plummeted. The howls of beasts in the vicinity grew more frequent, eerily reminiscent of ghostly wails and wolfish howls.
The starlight dimmed, and Ling Feng furrowed his brow, a strong sense of unease welling up in his heart.
He had deviated from the route Lee Liang had given him. However, logically speaking, this should still be the outer area of Luofeng Canyon; encountering any powerful demons here seemed unlikely.
Suddenly!
A faint sound reached Ling Feng's ears.
He shot to his feet, his gaze sharply focusing, and beheld an astonishing sight.
A demon that resembled a fox, its body enshrouded in a thin layer of black smoke, moved with light and swift steps, like a flash of lightning. It easily bypassed the early warning devices set up around the mountain cave by Lo Jianying and his team and was silently approaching their location.