It was twilight, and the sun could not be seen. Everything was covered by the fog, and the air was permeated with the aura of death. An eerie sound suddenly rang out of the dusk. Someone was moving between another person's sutures, and there was a bone-piercing chill.
"Why does this world… feel… eerier than ever…" The little white tiger squinted as it tried to see its surroundings clearly, but the fog blocked its view.
The ground beneath their feet started to shake gently. Ye Qingtang immediately activated the space ring, and she and the little white tiger immediately vanished on the spot.
Just as Ye Qingtang hid herself, a huge claw descended from the sky and crashed into the ground she had been standing a moment ago. The claw was so gigantic, it was dozens of meters wide. When the claw rose up again, a huge crater, which was several meters deep, was formed on the ground.