The enormous white, cold, and dark silhouette stood where the peregrine falcon had just been, emanating a thick atmosphere of decay that had condensed into mist, appearing in front of Xu Ran.
The green fog swirled around Xu Ran, accompanied by an unbelievably foul stench, slowly inching closer bit by bit, the scant air remaining in the atmosphere assimilated by this eerie green mist.
For a moment, the air that Xu Ran and the peregrine falcon could breathe diminished, causing their faces to turn slightly red, making Xu Ran's porcelain-like face appear as if it had been brushed with rouge.
Xu Ran's eyes, emitting a faint golden light, watched the inching green fog without any expression of tension aside from his slightly reddened face.
For Xu Ran and the peregrine falcon now, not breathing for a short while would pose no issue.
"Hiss—"
