"Elder Mei, which way should we go?" Master Yan looked at the crossroads ahead and turned to Elder Mei.
Elder Mei did not speak. He raised his hand and scattered a silvery-white powder, the pathfinding incense that they had used before, drifting it toward the passageways ahead.
But at that moment, a strange blood light suddenly emerged from the ground beneath everyone's feet. A large cloud of blood-red fog burst forth, rapidly spreading outwards.
Everyone was startled and hurriedly dodged and retreated, each summoning their magical treasures or invoking Armor to protect their bodies.
However, the blood fog, whatever it was, could easily penetrate the spiritual light of both the magical treasures and the Armor, seeping into the bodies of Shen Luo and the others, and turning into a strange flow of energy that raced straight toward their minds.
