"Follow me!"
Dan Tai said to the others, but a few seconds passed without any response.
A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart. Dan Tai stopped his steps and looked around, finding that the Secret Swords who had been moving with him had all disappeared.
Under the cover of fog, the visibility was extremely narrow, and the plague of decay continued to disrupt the power of the Ether. For distant targets, Dan Tai could only determine their positions through blurry etheric arcs and reactions.
With a simple sense check, he realized that there was no one within a few meters around him.
Dan Tai's heart suddenly grew cold, a dreadful sense of crisis exploded in his mind, and at that moment, he felt something approaching from behind.
A thunderous pain pierced through his back, almost drilling out from his chest.
