At that moment, a deep brown mist surged up from the distant underground passage, accompanied by a piercing rustling sound.
Both the flowing sewage and the stone passage were enveloped in a light mist that had begun to spread at some unknown time. The mist carried a sickly-sweet, bloody scent—part floral, part gore. Along with it came a dampness that felt as if it would seep into your very bones and take root inside your body.
Turning to face the direction the mist was surging from, Su Zhou calmly tightened his grip on the spear's shaft. A translucent blade materialized at the tip of the two-and-a-half-meter-long hardwood shaft. The Exorcism Array pulsed with a dangerous Spiritual Light, illuminating the darkness.
He could hear it.
The skittering of countless insects—the sound of venomous bugs frantically scurrying for cover.
He could see it.
