Near the intense battle zone between the blood-faced black-robed figure and the gray-clothed old woman, white fog churned rapidly under the ferocious wind, at times thick as to obscure fingers, and at times thin as gossamer.
Within the fog, the faint outlines of countless figures could be glimpsed.
Lin Yue hugged her shoulders, her disarrayed clothes stained by mud, sweat, and blood. Her once tender and soft face was now strewn with terror.
"Are we going to die here today...?"
"No... Isn't the black-robed figure in the sky being held down...?"
Ling Biao attempted to console.
"But... But the one on the ground..."
Murmuring, Lin Yue's gaze involuntarily shifted to a human corpse not far away, her pupils trembling, the tender flesh on her cheeks instinctively shivering.
Shang Jie—This scout who had a Tooth Beetle as his Contracted Spirit, after being by their side for six days, was dead - dead on the night of the sixth day!