Under the gaze of the crowd, the Golden Benba Bottle underwent a strange transformation.
The bottle, made of gold, originally emitted only a faint glow like that of a candle fla.
At this mont, however, it seed to connect to so mysterious source, with endless energy continuously pouring into it.
The golden radiance quickly intensified, becoming exceptionally dazzling and eye-catching, dispersing darkness and fog.
Even though it was too bright to look at directly, the light did not completely dissipate around.
Instead, it continued to gather, twist, and encircle around the bottle.
Before long, it ford a light sphere identical to what had been seen on the stone platform in the underground vault before.
Buzz—buzz—
The light sphere trembled violently, emitting a deep and incredibly resonant sound.
Waves of aureoles rippled out like water, vibrating the air wherever they passed, making a "buzzing" sound, and the ground trembled slightly.
Fang Cheng’s pupils slightly contracted as he caught a hint of sothing unusual.
Then he glanced down, and vaguely, intricate mysterious patterns erged, seeping from below.
The eerie blue runes intertwined with the golden glow, adding an even more mysterious hue.
Simultaneously, the bodies on the ground, as if exposed to intense sunlight, rapidly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Their skin lost its luster, muscles shrank, and what were once full bodies collapsed.
These bodies, despite not coming into contact with the light sphere, inexplicably had their essence drawn out.
It was as if intangible tendrils were extending forth, greedily sucking them dry.
Feeling the danger, Fang Cheng imdiately warned:
"Everyone, step back a bit!"
Lin Chuqiao, Bai Ling, and Big Hamr also noticed this horrifying scene, displaying expressions of terror, uncertain of what was happening.
As the bodies around were rcilessly consud by the golden light, the Golden Benba Bottle appeared increasingly sinister.
The surface of the light sphere, with light surging like a roaring golden torrent.
Every flicker of the aureole seed on the verge of bursting, containing unimaginable, imnse energy.
It seed ready to break free at any mont and destroy everything in sight.
While everyone was uncertain and puzzled, the light sphere enveloping the Golden Benba Bottle seemingly broke free of gravity’s confines and began to float gently.
Shortly thereafter, it accelerated upwards swiftly, skimming over the treetops and continuously ascending in the sky, eventually transforming into an unobtainable light point.
Everyone looked up to see the light point, ford by the Golden Benba Bottle, disappear into the overcast clouds above, vanishing in an instant.
Only the deafening resonance persisted, humming around their ears.
As the Golden Benba Bottle rose to the sky and vanished, darkness once again enveloped the surroundings deeply.
Whoosh~
A chilling wind suddenly erupted without warning, making everyone’s clothing flutter and hair tousled.
The wind’s back again?
Fang Cheng quickly withdrew his gaze from the night sky, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.
The wind seed to be picking up speed, and amidst the swirling fog was a pervasive sulfuric odor, choking to the point of nausea.
"Fang...White Ghost!"
Lin Chuqiao suddenly spoke: "Look over there, isn’t there sothing happening in the black fog?"
She pointed not far away, her voice faintly trembling.
Fang Cheng followed her direction and looked intently.
There, the black fog was denser and darker than where they stood, like a tangible tide surging and accumulating so incredibly violent force.
Amidst the black fog, it revealed a sinister and terrifying sight.
Shadowy ghosts faintly swayed and moved inside, so hunched, others with long limbs.
So had enormous heads with hollow eyesockets, filled with resentnt, staring at those on the other side.
They hovered erratically within the fog, crashing forward as if impatient to break through the barrier blocking them, to surge forward.
Occasionally, a sharp and piercing wail echoed, as shrill and grating as nails on glass, making one’s scalp tingle and hair stand on end.
It seed as if this very barrier separated the realms of Yin and Yang, beyond which was an infernal prison imprisoning souls and suppressing evil ghosts.
Lin Chuqiao, still with lingering fear, said:
"Earlier, we were trapped in the fog, unable to find a way out, when the black mist suddenly surged, devouring many people."
Bai Ling and Big Hamr nodded in agreent, the terror still present in their eyes.
Fang Cheng’s brows furrowed slightly, making a quick decision:
"We must leave here imdiately!"
The three were montarily stunned by his words, then asked in unison:
"Which way should we go?"
Their faces were filled with confusion, as they had been circling the area, already lost.
Fang Cheng quickly explained:
"We’ll head back to the estate, it’s probably safer there for now. I made so marks when I ca."
Seeing the situation around becoming increasingly perilous, they couldn’t think of any other solutions and reluctantly nodded, agreeing to try once more.
Fang Cheng, holding a dagger, led Lin Chuqiao and the others cautiously through the fog, relying on mory.
As he walked at the front, each step was cautiously asured, his toes grazing the ground before setting down, ears alert for any subtle sounds around, his eyes ever vigilant.
Afraid of triggering sothing unknown, or hitting an illusionary trap leading them astray.
Yet even so, when Fang Cheng looked down to search for the markers he set, his heart sank abruptly.
The markers that should have been clear were nowhere to be found, the ground was just a chaotic ss of dirt and withered grass, as if sothing deliberately erased them.
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