"My treasure, my treasure!"
Suddenly, a terrifyingly large mouth emerged from the fog. Ye Fan immediately went on guard. Holding his Yuanhong Sword, he asked warily, "Who are you?"
In an instant, the mouth lunged at him.
"Returning to the Sect Sword!" Ye Fan shouted, immediately unleashing the attack. The blade cleaved the massive mouth in two, but the halves fused back together almost instantly.
This is bad… Just as I feared, the malevolent being has appeared.
He launched another swift attack but hesitated in the next moment. The entire storeroom was being enveloped in Black Fog, forcing Ye Fan to stand his ground and remain vigilant. Then, the demonic fog pressed down with an oppressive force.
"ARGH!"
