Shen Jingqi, Xu An, and Lin Yu charged toward the direction of the light with all their might. That light, like a thread of hope in a deep abyss of darkness, flickered in the ink-like thick mist, pulling at their hearts like an invisible hand, luring them to approach at all costs.
Along the way, they continuously battled with shadowy figures. Those shadows, like ghosts emerging from Hell, were silent yet extremely fierce. They had various forms, some resembling twisted vines, clawing and wrapping around them; others like hideous beasts, leaping with low growls. Each confrontation was a life-and-death struggle.
