An Yi was completely unaware that she had become exposed; instead, she clung tightly to Ning Cheng, even trembling a bit.
"An Yi…" Ning Cheng was about to ask An Yi to get up when he also sensed something was wrong. Fog surrounded him and An Yi, and even An Yi's snow-white chest was obscured by the mist, making it seem hazy and indistinct.
"There are soul weapons…" An Yi's tone was somewhat trembling; she seemed to be very afraid of those soul weapons.
Ning Cheng had already put the issue of An Yi's chest out of his mind, immediately sitting up, not caring about his fatigue, and hurriedly pulling An Yi behind a large rock for cover.
A headless man holding a human head in his hand was hunched over, moving slowly through the faint and indistinct haze. After walking a few steps, the headless man suddenly took a bloody human palm from a bundle on his back and stuffed it into the mouth of the head he held. The head he was carrying began to chew slowly.
