Under the fog, nothing could be seen clearly. Sun Huo skillfully released his spiritual consciousness and began to explore the surrounding environment. He was not affected by the fog at all.
The results of daily blindfold training were perfectly applied in this situation.
The weird sound only sounded for a while and then suddenly fell silent.
The street was so quiet that it seemed frozen, and you could hear your own heartbeat.
Although it is late at night, it is early summer, which makes people feel chilly.
Walking alone among them, Sun Huo also felt a little uncomfortable.
Although I won't get lost in the fog, I am like a headless fly with no clues to follow.
I have been wandering around in it for more than half an hour, and all I can see is the unchanging red mist and nothing else.
Just as he was thinking about whether to stop here and turn around to go back, Sun Huo's ears twitched slightly, as if he heard something moving in front of him.
Sun Huo perked up and quickly accelerated his steps in the direction where he discovered the movement.
As the distance gets closer, the sound becomes clearer and clearer, and you can vaguely distinguish the sound of waving a sword through the air, as well as the sound of someone shouting.
Sun Huo couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He clearly saw the traces of magic energy with his Third Eye Technique, but why did the movement in front of him look like people fighting in the rivers and lakes.
Unable to hold back his curiosity, Sun Huo decided to quietly go and find out.
The closer he got to the place of fighting, Sun Huo keenly felt that the temperature was getting lower.
This kind of sign is obviously not something ordinary people can create. But in this case, the current situation would be even stranger.
Judging from his only previous experience, it is impossible for a mortal to fight with an immortal cultivator for so long.
After walking through several streets, Sun Huo suddenly saw the red mist in front of him, which seemed to have become much thinner, and there were still figures flashing back and forth in it.
Instead of rushing in rashly, Sun Huo ducked and hid in a corner, stretched his consciousness into the fog in front of him, and tried his best to sense the situation inside.
The scene was clearly divided into two forces, one of which was under siege and at a disadvantage.
In the center is a tall and outstanding man, much taller than everyone present. He is carrying a barrel-like thing on his back, with a long section protruding from the top, which is burning fiercely.
Surrounding this tall man, there are eight or nine other men in uniform uniforms. At the moment, only four are still fighting hard to defend and protect the man in the center. The others are lying on the ground, their life or death unknown.
Listening carefully to the debate, one of them seems to be Li Yan, the young master of the Jiuyuanhui, whom he met during the day.
The other party had a similar number of people, but when caught by Sun Huo's spiritual consciousness, they behaved strangely as if they were not alive.
There are only four of them in the battle. They are as slender as women. They move up and down and left and right so dexterously that the weapons of Li Yan and others cannot touch them.
The strangest thing is that these four "people" are suspended in mid-air, with their feet not touching the ground.
The other five "people", four of them occupying the four corners, all have their hands stretched forward like clapping hands, motionless.
The last one was wearing armor and holding a long stick, standing at the outermost edge, as if holding down the formation.
After understanding the situation in the field, Sun Huo lowered his head and pondered, somewhat undecided about whether to participate.
At the same time, Li Yan and his subordinates felt the chill on their bodies getting heavier and heavier, and their movements were gradually not as fast as they were at the beginning.
A few days ago, the owner of the door who returned home late due to something was suddenly caught in the red mist. He desperately escaped back to the meeting, leaving only the words "Please come home quickly" and he has been unconscious since then.
Under the inspection of several worship elders, it was discovered that the muscles and bones on the body were broken in many places, and it was unknown who was responsible.
There were divergent opinions in the Nine Yuan Association, and people's hearts were floating. For this reason, Li Yan had to use thunderous means to subdue the crowd.
But he also understands that this is just a temporary expediency. If this matter cannot be explained as soon as possible, I am afraid that this huge gang will cease to exist.
As for his father's request before he woke up, he also sent someone out to deliver the message, but there was still no reply.
Li Yan was doubtful about asking the Shang family to come forward to solve the problem. If a fairy like the Shang family really attacked them mortals, there would be no way his father could escape.
And no one came to continue the pursuit afterwards. It was probably some person in the world who took advantage of the foggy night to carry out a sneak attack secretly.
The father was probably worried that he was unable to defeat him, so he asked the family to come forward to solve the problem.
Thinking that he had figured out his father's intentions, and because his father didn't show up, Li Yan decided to use himself as bait to ambush this mysterious man.
The current situation made his intestines turn green with regret.
Those who surrounded them were not living people at all. Their faces were more than half rotten, and their original appearance could not be seen at all. Their bodies exuded a faint smell of corpse, which was nauseating.
The four female corpses that besieged them, holding black whips, were not just floating on the ground and attacking from the air. The strange thing was that as long as there was a slight oversight, if their hands were placed anywhere on the body, the person would be knocked down immediately.
Not coming.
The four or five well-dressed men on the ground were knocked down one after another like this.
The four servant-like male corpses arranged in the four corners continuously released waves of cold air from their raised palms, flying towards the middle. The cold made their hands and feet stiff and their movements sluggish.
The wooden barrel carried by the big man they were protecting contained stone paint that was specially found. This material burns at extremely high temperatures, and its firepower is far greater than ordinary wood and clear oil.
It was precisely because this thing could drive away small pieces of fog and prevent them from losing their bearings that Li Yan dared to ambush them on the night of red mist. Now it has become their protective straw to resist the cold.
With a "clang", another weapon fell to the ground.
The besieging flying corpses froze and retreated quickly.
Li Yan gasped for air, turned his head and glanced back, only to see another subordinate fell on the ground.
The armored general who was originally standing still slammed the iron rod on the ground and slowly walked forward.
Li Yan and the other four people who were still standing could not help but show a look of despair in their eyes. At present, most of their physical strength was exhausted, and they were simply unable to fight against the guy who took the lead.
Although looking at the long stick in his hand, he must be the murderer who seriously injured the door owner.
Licking his dry lips, Li Yan slowly raised the knife in his hand, preparing to make the final desperate move.
"Crash!" There was a sound of swaying iron chains, and a black giant sword suddenly flew out from outside the red mist.
With a "pop" sound, the unsuspecting corpse of a servant man was penetrated from the back and nailed to the ground.
The servant's figure fell down along with the force of the sword, and suddenly turned into a large cloud of dust and scattered away.
The armored general stopped as if sensing something, tilted his head, and turned towards the direction where the giant sword flew out.
Li Yan couldn't help but look over in astonishment.
All I could see was the giant sword stuck on the ground. It was completely black and had no pattern. The entire giant sword, including the hilt, seemed to be made of one piece of material.
What's strange is that the two-edged blade of the giant sword is broad, thick and blunt, with no sign of sharpening at all.
The end of the sword hilt is connected to an iron chain, which extends beyond the red mist.