The dense, snow-white fog enveloped the three of them.
Even the strong flashlight could not penetrate the terrifying mist.
Even a mere step away, one couldn't see what was on the other side.
For a moment, it felt as though they had plunged into an infinite, mysterious space.
"Dad... Dad... Where are you?"
Zheng Ruhao, clutching his flashlight, suddenly felt as if his father, who had just been beside him, had vanished without a trace.
Instinctively, he searched everywhere, but no matter how long he walked, he couldn't find a way out.
The originally narrow cave now seemed boundless.
This terrifying scene sent a chill running down his spine.
"Hiss!"
A faint sound of tearing air came from behind him.
Unaware of anything, Zheng Ruhao still didn't realize in the slightest.
Just as a thin sword, as delicate as a cicada's wing, was about to pierce the back of his neck,
a figure suddenly appeared beside him.
"Turn off the flashlight!"
