The poisonous mist, stirred by the cold wind, grew increasingly dense, like a thick mass of ink spreading rampantly through the forest, every breath infused with venom, making one feel nauseous.
Occasionally, the low growls of unknown beasts echoed in this silent and eerie environment, adding an extra layer of terror.
Shi Ying and Shi Feiyang had been fiercely battling in the dense forest for a long time. Although she relied on her ghostly body technique and ruthless moves, she still found it difficult to gain the upper hand.
The poisonous puppet she controlled seemed to have no effect on Shi Feiyang either.
Shi Ying felt a pang of anxiety in her heart, her forehead perspiring with fine beads of sweat, but the fierceness in her eyes only grew stronger.
She knew well that if she didn't use her trump card, she would surely lose to Shi Feiyang today.
Just then, a shadow darted like lightning from the forest.
