Dou Dou bravely rushed into the gray mist.
And those gray mists seemed to have a life of their own, "terrified" and evading in all directions, refusing to approach Dou Dou.
This made Dou Dou quite disappointed; I'm so brave, why are you all so cowardly?
"Come over here."
She beckoned to the surrounding gray mist, full of provocation.
But those gray mists themselves have no consciousness, merely remnants of yin souls, retaining some instincts only. As long as Dou Dou doesn't approach, they won't move, swirling in place. The entire Netherworld is filled with such gray mist, accumulated over time.
Just then, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner floating above Dou Dou's head suddenly spun around, and the gray mist that was evading surged toward Dou Dou like a whale swallowing. Dou Dou turned around wanting to run.
"Oh no, help, I'm about to die..."
In her panic, the flames on her body became more active, and the fire surged, swaying continuously with her movements.
