Chapter - 77
"Hmmm?" The old man sensed a sudden shift in the wind as he opened his eyes and gazed towards the purple mist.
Squinting his eyes, the old man attempted to see through the mist. The purple fog had begun to disperse. As it thinned, his eyes carefully scanned the area where the mysterious fog had concealed the boy and the girl.
The old man's eyes widened as the purple mist that had ensnared his men for what felt like an eternity started to dissipate. His henchmen, the unfortunate souls trapped in the relentless fog, had endured unimaginable horrors, their cries of agony gradually muted by the mist's malevolent grip. As the mist cleared, he couldn't help but worry about the fate of his loyal men.
"Phe!!" The old man spat in frustration, his thoughts filled with contempt for those inept men. He had little regard for their incompetence; they couldn't even accomplish the simplest tasks.
