The King of Black Fog

"I'll use the ice person to test first," Yang Qinglan said.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The Black Flame Dragon flapped its wings, slowly drawing closer to the ground, the fine snow swirling and almost wrapping everyone into snowmen.

Li Qianxia did not revert to human form, still maintaining her dragon body, and everyone closed their eyes, waiting for Yang Qinglan's news.

"The vicinity is temporarily safe." Yang Qinglan's originally cool voice sounded weak on the Abyss Land, "Qian Xia, turn into the snow leopard, and take us away."

"... I'm not an Alaskan sled dog."

"That's why I didn't ask you to pull a sled."

Li Qianxia turned into a snow leopard, pulling the ice basket swiftly across the Abyss Land, the snow leopard darting over the fine snow and ice like a shark leaping through waves.

And it wasn't cold.

Suddenly, Li Qianxia kind of liked being a snow leopard.

Yang Qinglan extended her hand out of the basket, touching the powdery snow, turning it all into life. This life was fragile and weak, unable even to walk, but sufficient to ascertain the surrounding environment.

"It just feels like an ordinary ice surface," Li Qianxia said with her eyes closed.

"Let me try," Future·Si said.

Yang Qinglan and Turquoise Pool had no ideas for the moment, so they let her try.

"Remember, don't look at the ground," they reminded.

Just as Future·Si was about to open her eyes, a dazzling white light descended from the sky, turning everyone's vision white.

White Light Divine Sword?

Did Li Changzhou strike it down into the abyss?

Boom!

As the 'White Light Divine Sword' hit the ground, the powerful impact sent waves of powder snow undulating outward, rushing over Li Qianxia and her companions.

"Should we go and see, and get the White Light Divine Sword?" Li Qianxia shook her head, shaking off the snow covering her face.

"But..."

Turquoise Pool didn't finish her sentence.

"掱...赑...翀...翯!"

The back of the snow leopard's neck suddenly bulged as if a face was trying to break free from the beast's skin, with its features clear and distinct.

Yang Qinglan's hands opened an eye directly on the back.

The gaze was clear and peaceful, but the whites of the eyes were veined with red, like Yang Qinglan herself had been imprisoned for months!

Turquoise Pool's hat fell off, her coiled long hair cascading down, instantly growing from waist-length to match her body length, like a screen.

Si and her doppelgänger experienced the same symptoms, ribs sprouting two arms, shoulders similarly had two arms wrapped in skin growing, turning into six arms!

Little Radish and Butterfly, being the 'Great Strength', were unaffected by the whispers.

As the monster mutation deepened, the infection speed also accelerated, and in just a moment, all had shown some symptoms.

"Cover your ears!!" Turquoise Pool covered her ears, shouting loudly.

She faintly heard Yang Qinglan, also covering her ears, shouting something as well.

Yang Qinglan, her hand covering her ears, had two eyes on the back silently looking at her.

Turquoise Pool felt her entire body turn cold.

It wasn't because of Yang Qinglan's change, for she couldn't see it, she just realized that it wasn't her own hands covering her ears, but her hair!

The snow leopard had no hands, and Li Qianxia directly plunged her head into the snow, diving deep, transforming into a Double-headed Black Flame Dragon, spewing flames that scorched through the surface, taking everyone with her as she darted in.

In the dimly lit, pitch-black cave, everyone kept their eyes tightly shut, pressing their hands over their ears, breathing heavily.

"You——" Yang Qinglan hesitated.

Because she realized, even with her eyes closed, she could clearly see her surroundings.

She sensed the changes on the back of her own hands.

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Above the Abyss Land, the Angel kept her eyes closed, covering her ears.

She felt the intense white light that even closed eyelids couldn't block.

"Do not harm me," she said.

Then she let go of her hands and opened her eyes.

She glanced at the distant fallen "Sun", then shifted her gaze elsewhere, walking towards an altar.

On the altar, a massive bell sat heavily, with no snow on its body.

The surface of the bell was covered in text, extremely small, and growing ever smaller.

Because the text was continually increasing.