"Woo....."
Just at this critical moment, a long and sorrowful sobbing sound emanated from outside the tent. Upon hearing this sound, everyone was startled without exception, with Feng trembling all over and almost losing his balance, luckily Cheng Ziang was there to steady him in time.
He lowered his head, noticing that Feng was staring at him with widened eyes, her face unusually stricken with horror, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. He followed Feng's lead by covering the back of her hand with his, comforting her with his actions.
To the side, Luo'er's eyes were wide, his cheeks clenched tightly. Had his self-control not been high enough, he might have cried out at that moment.
This sound was exceptionally terrifying, a sensation that struck fear into the soul, which is why even Luo'er, an atheist, was shocked by it.
The relatively calm Cheng Ziang noticed a detail: the fluctuation of the magic in the air had become more intense around the time the sound appeared.
