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Seeing this scene, Shen Luo subconsciously released his Divine Sense, probing into the White Fog, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed.
Amidst the dense White Fog surrounding them, undetectable until now, surged a massive fluctuation of Soul Power from what seemed to be hundreds of people quietly encircling them.
"There are ghosts coming." Just then, Qing Lu suddenly shouted loudly.
No sooner had his voice faded than hundreds of ghost soldiers clad in ancient copper armor charged out of the fog ahead, their onslaught fierce and imposing.
Shen Luo, prepared to make a move, realized those ghosts seemed to have no intention of attacking them. Instead, upon noticing the two of them, they veered aside, bypassing them.
"What's going on?" Qing Lu asked in surprise.
"Someone is hunting them down," Shen Luo said slowly.
