Chen Lusi and the others began to move forward.
Because speaking about it would not reach any conclusion.
Compared to the Yellow Springs Mainstream, the Goryeo Branch here clearly felt more like the Yellow Springs.
Pervasive darkness.
The sky churned with black fog.
Black fog was everywhere around.
Visibility was extremely low.
The ground was dry and pitch-black.
But stepping on it felt like treading on corpses, and a slight rebound could be felt underfoot.
And as they proceeded.
The whispers around them grew more apparent, like a mental amplifier, making everyone's nerves start to tighten.
Chen Lusi raised his right hand, gently stirred the mist before him, and then asked, "So... who exactly is conversing here?"
He was one of the few people who was almost unaffected.
The specific reason was unclear for now.
"Some kind of defense mechanism?"
