A boundless, thick fog surged forward.
Sang Luo turned her head, but Yan was nowhere to be seen. The connection to their Soul mark had been blocked as well.
She had a good idea who the mastermind behind Zhi Xin and Nuonuo's kidnapping was. It was either a member of the Ghost Clan coveting Zhi Xin's Soul law, or... that old acquaintance! 'He wants to use the children to lure me into a trap!'
The latter was far more troublesome. 'That deviant would love nothing more than to torture me until I wish I were dead. When he goes mad, he's capable of anything.'
This was the Ghost Clan's territory, after all, making it difficult for her to use her full strength.
Sang Luo hurried toward the Gate with her two children.
Wails like ghosts and howls like wolves echoed from all sides, each cry shrill and deafening.
A ghostly hand burst from the earth, and Sang Luo stomped it into a mushy pulp.
But then, more blood-drenched, ghostly corpses began crawling out from underground.
