Unbeknownst to when, fog twined through the mountain forest.
Dark grey mist, like the breath of demons, encircled the entire woods.
A pungent, foul smell pervaded the air, causing the birds and insects living in the woods to flutter and scurry out.
Yet they didn't get far before they lay on the ground silently, their eyes covered in layers of dull, lifeless hues.
Terrifyingly, within thirty minutes, their bodies had turned into stark white skeletons, their flesh seemingly devoured into nothingness.
The lush trees too, under the corrosion of the fog, turned their trunks charred black and their leaves withered, instantly losing the breath of life.
Chen Yi watched calmly ahead, his Spring Rain Sword slanting to one side.
Silver White Sword Intent surrounded his body like a dense haze, bright but not blinding.
