In the eerie night of Black Cloud City, strange whispers emanated from all directions.
Lu Zicheng struggled to carry the girl stuffed in the burlap sack, gasping for breath. Half of the chair leg in his hand had already broken off. Even in his Ghost Transformation state, his stamina was severely depleted, and there was nothing around to replenish him.
There wasn't a single living soul in sight whose life force he could absorb.
Except for his three teammates.
Fortunately, the horrifying whispers, the so-called spiritual toxin, had no effect on him.
The black mist wouldn't drive him out of control either.
This was the benefit of the Ancient God Power. The so-called Forbidden Zone wasn't as dangerous to him as it was to others.
That was, of course, assuming there wasn't an endless horde of monsters lurking within the black mist!
"Xiao Lin, oh Xiao Lin..."
