Jeming's spiritual power scanned over the energy waves of the three people, all at the sixth level.
Two men and one woman, dressed in wizard robes of different styles, maintained a cautious distance from each other.
"Lucky, seems like they're not from the same faction, but I can't let my guard down..." Jeming lowered his eyes.
The four slid silently through the air at low altitude, passing through the projected streets.
The surroundings grew increasingly dark, and a viscous dark substance began appearing in the air, spreading like ink in water, gradually swallowing the light.
Suddenly, it started to rain.
Raindrops fell from the dark purple sky, each carrying heavy energy waves, hitting the ground with a muffled sound.
The raindrops turned into mist upon touching the ground, instead of settling, they floated upward against gravity, forming layers of constantly twisting fog in the air.
"Heh, doesn't bode well..."
