"Heh heh heh... heh heh heh..."
From Wei Shan's mouth and nose, a constant stream of eerie white mist began to emerge, his hunched body trembling unceasingly, and the veins on the hand clutching the ball were popping out, as if he had been completely engulfed by fear...
Whether it was the Graveyard of the Deceased or the Sneering Angel, they were continuously chanting in his ears at this moment:
["I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome"...]
["I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome"...]
The Graveyard of the Deceased swayed freely, like seaweed clusters moving with the waves in the ocean; meanwhile, the Sneering Angel gently touched Wei Shan with its translucent body, and upon seeing Wei Shan tremble uncontrollably, they grew even more reckless...
"Heh heh heh... heh heh heh..."
In the sound of constant trembling, Wei Shan's body slowly expanded, and his voice turned eerily bizarre...
"Heh heh... huh huh... huh huh huh..."
