Where did this black mist come from? Even Xi Qianxue couldn't say.
She only knew that she was standing here on watch, when suddenly black mist floated in from afar. The mist resembled human forms, hideous and terrifying, clawing towards her.
Out of nowhere, a dangerous feeling arose in her heart. Without time to think, she blew the bamboo flute she had been holding, hoping to warn Mu Qingge and the others to leave quickly.
At the same time, she immediately turned and ran, hoping to buy time and meet up with them.
Yet, those humanoid black mist seemed to have divined her thoughts, closing in on her even faster.
Xi Qianxue's spiritual power couldn't be summoned; she could only rely on her physical strength to run.
How could her speed outrun these phantom-like things? In the blink of an eye, she was caught up and surrounded.
"Back off!" Xi Qianxue shouted at them.
