"Ling?"
Yang Rui quickly called out. This fellow had been following behind him the entire time. His figure was similar to Ling's, but under the circumstances where he could not see clearly, who knew what it was?
But the moment he said those words, his expression changed again!
Because he realized that not only was his vision affected by the fog, his voice seemed to be affected as well. He had clearly asked out loud, but his voice was as soft as a mosquito.
"It's me..."a soft voice came from the other side, but it did not close the distance, as if it was maintaining its due vigilance.
Yang Rui frowned when he heard the voice. The tone was very similar, but the voice was uncertain because it was too soft. He could not determine whether it was the other party or not.
"You get closer slowly..."Yang Rui took a deep breath and said. His huge arm pressed on the huge sword on his back, and his muscles tensed up!
