The two young girls felt slightly at ease physically and mentally, as the gray fog had dissipated and they were warmed by Lin Yao's glowing body. However, the weird man was a combination of evil. Upon seeing him, they screamed in horror and hid behind Lin Yao.
Lin Yao protected them and got into position to draw the sword.
Although he looked calm on the outside, his hands trembled and his forehead was covered in beads of cold sweat, reflecting his inner thoughts.
'I have fallen into his trap!'
Lin Yao stared at the weird man, getting ready to attack anytime. He did not launch an attack right away, as the weirdo was still very far away from him.
Although Lin Yao assumed a defensive stance, he could not feel even a glimmer of hope. The sense of horror that Lin Yao got from the weird man was 100 times stronger than that of the freaks outside.
