“Mr. Joel, what do we do now? Shall we walk around it?” Danny asked. “I’m afraid we can’t do that. Send someone in to scout things out, but don’t go too far,” Joel replied.
Danny nodded and turned around to look at the members of Flaming Sect behind him. All of them looked nervous. None of them wished to be the first to enter this mysterious- looking fog.
Danny pointed at one of the disciples and ordered, “You, go in and take a look.”
The chosen disciple’s face instantly paled when he was selected, and he began trembling all over with fear. Even so, he did not dare to disobey Danny’s order.
He could only stagger toward the fog anxiously. The disciple trudged ahead slowly and stopped advancing when he reached the edge of the fog. He was too afraid to take another step.
Joel was displeased when he saw the disciple stopping in his tracks. Frowning, he waved lightly, sending a wave of aura that pushed the disciple directly into the fog.
Everyone fixed their eyes on the fog nervously as they waited in silence. Finally, after more than ten minutes, the disciple shouted from within the fog, “Mr. Joel, it’s all right. Come in. It’s safe.”
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the disciple’s voice and started walking toward the fog. However, as soon as they reached the edge of the fog, sudden screams could be heard from within.
Soon after, the disciple who went in earlier came running out of the fog, his body covered in flames.
“Quick! Put out the fire!” Danny immediately ordered people to help the disciple, but it was too late. In a matter of seconds, the disciple was burnt into ashes.
Everyone went into shock at the unexpected sight. Joel’s face turned awfully grim at that moment. “D*mn it!” Joel cursed and sent another wave of aura to shove another disciple into the fog.
“You, go in and see what’s going on in there,” he ordered.
The disciple’s body was instantly shrouded by Joel’s aura, enabling Joel to sense what was happening within the fog. Despite his fear, the disciple dared not defy Joel’s order. He stepped into the fog while shivering in fright.
Meanwhile, Jared and company had been walking in the same fog for some time. “Jared, this fog is strange. It looks like we have lost our way, and there’s no way out!” Flaxseed said worryingly.
“I feel the same too. It’s impossible to get a sense of direction in this fog,” Gilbert concurred.
Jared stood still and started to spread his spiritual sense. However, no matter how hard he tried to do so, he still could not have a clear vision of his surroundings.
Just then, Flaxseed pulled out a copper-colored geomantic compass. Judging from the patina covering the geomantic compass, one could tell that it was an ancient instrument.
The needle on the geomantic compass spun uncontrollably, seeming to have met with some interference. Flaxseed bit his finger, squeezed a drop of blood onto the geomantic compass, and started chanting.
The needle on the geomantic compass slowly began to stabilize and finally came to a stop. “Darn it! We have been walking for so long, yet we’re not making any ascent. We’re merely walking in circles!” Flaxseed cursed angrily.
“Why didn’t you take this out earlier?” Jared complained. We’ve been trapped in this fog for so long, and Flaxseed only decided to take this useful treasure out now?
“Are you kidding me? This is a treasure passed down to me by my ancestors. I can’t just take it out and use it at will! Now, follow me, and we’ll soon be able to get out of this fog.” Flaxseed kept his geomantic compass and proceeded to walk ahead. Jared and the rest followed him closely.
The group had barely taken a few steps when a figure suddenly appeared and charged toward them. The person was holding a knife and screaming hysterically as if he had been traumatized.
