"We didn't take a wrong turn." Pei Yufeng's voice turned eerie, a stark contrast to its previous warmth.
At the same time, the thick fog surrounding the valley suddenly churned violently, as if something was stirring within it.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Three ghost-like black figures materialized out of thin air at three points around the valley, completely sealing off the escape route for Chu Fan and his companions.
All three were women clad in black robes, their faces hidden behind grotesque bronze masks. A blood-red crescent moon insignia on the forehead of each mask was glaringly conspicuous in the dim fog, a chilling sight.
"The Moon Worship Sect?!"
Tang Tinghua's expression changed dramatically. With a SHING, his Long Saber was already drawn!
He roared, "Everyone, be careful! It's an ambush! An ambush by the demons of the Moon Worship Sect!"
