Screech!

A strange and ear piercing cry resounded from behind Yang Ye. It was extremely terrifying because Yang Ye felt like his head was about to explode apart. Moreover, his soul was actually trembling slightly.

What the heck is that? Yang Ye didn’t have the time to think so much about it. He immediately turned around, drew his sword, and swung it.

Hiss!

Space rippled violently, but his sword hit nothing.

There was nothing in front of Yang Ye!

Yang Ye’s face grew even more solemn. He glanced at the surroundings. Only now did he realize that the miasma here was even more terrifying than he’d expected. The visibility he had here was only around 1m, and he couldn’t see anything beyond that distance. The miasma here could be said to be much thicker than it had been in Ominous City last night.

But it was noon right now. So, how terrifying would the miasma here be at night?

Yang Ye remained silent for a moment, and then he flipped his palm. A scroll container appeared in his grasp. The old man from the Shi Clan had given it to him when he entered the teleportation formation. Actually, everyone who entered the Ominous...