"Damn... it's so dark?" Cheng Jianyong's voice was the first to be heard.
The surroundings seemed very empty.
Besides Cheng Jianyong's voice.
There were still whispers coming from the mist, echoing above and around everyone.
These voices were like the whispers and curses of vengeful spirits, from which they felt waves of malice.
As if they were plotting how to deal with everyone.
Due to the overly dark environment.
Han Xing directly took out a dark fire stone torch from his backpack.
With a hissing sound.
The torch was lit.
Red light dispersed the mist.
The visibility around increased somewhat, but it was still limited to within ten meters.
Shen Yun frowned and said, "Is this place really so strange?"
"We can't even see the scenes in the mist, it's like some kind of rule."
Cheng Jianyong tried to make contact with the mist.
Then, he was stopped by an invisible wall, unable to enter the mist.
