A moment later, they ventured deep and found themselves in a barren expanse of desert wasteland, utterly desolate. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but black fog and gravel.
"Don't go that way, that's a small forbidden land that just appeared yesterday. You can enter but can't leave, the evil ghosts are terrifying!" someone shouted from behind.
However, the swirling black fog cut off their voices.
"Hmm?" Qin Ming vaguely heard the shout. When he turned back to look, he found nothing but boundless fog.
He focused his spirit, and his eyes immediately surged with warmth, instantly seeing through the dense fog, where someone was waving at them; though he couldn't hear a sound.
"Is there a problem in this area?" he frowned.
"Hmm?!" Just then, he was startled, feeling a chill on his neck as the black fog mysteriously formed a rope, suspending him.
