An Operation by the Kings of the Concourse of the Underworld!

"There's something there!"

He let out an alarmed roar. Before the sound could be freed entirely from his throat, a ball of dense fog coalesced right in front of him.

The thick mist bore sinister overtones, which caused all present to fill an eerie chill.

- Hush -

Large, slender white hands appeared out of the cloud of fog, extending itself rapidly to grab his neck, cutting short his roar of warning.

The cultivation base of the man who had intended to warn the others was not weak at all. He had clearly witnessed the appearance of the apparition drifting towards him and he could see the other party moving to attack.

In spite of this, he had no opportunity to dodge the attack or even struggle. His neck was immediately broken.