Pfft!
Deep within the gray mist, Zhao Yueru hid beneath an invisible barrier, her face turning pale as she spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood.
The filthy blood had just hit the ground when it sizzled and emitted wisps of dark purple miasma, quickly dyeing the surrounding fog a deep purple.
At this moment, several Golden Core Ghost Kings roamed near the barrier, desperately searching for Zhao Yueru's whereabouts.
Just as the dark purple miasma merged with the fog, the nearest Golden Core Ghost King suddenly became extremely restless, its ghostly shadow twisting violently, appearing highly agitated.
Seeing this, Zhao Yueru secretly cursed her misfortune, realizing she had been exposed.
As the ghostly shadow swiftly flew towards the barrier, Zhao Yueru gritted her teeth and decided to take a gamble.
