The blood-colored mist rose from beneath the mountain range, eventually enveloping the entire range. The perplexed beings within were alarmed, unsure of what had transpired.
Mist, who hasn't seen it?
Yet this blood-colored mist, no matter how you looked at it, was oddly eerie.
Wu Tian carried the little fellow, passing by many startled creatures. To them, it seemed like they were in the same space, but they could only vaguely perceive fleeting shadows, making them wonder if they were seeing ghosts.
"Dad, this is so much fun." The little fellow in Wu Tian's arms giggled restlessly,
His voice crisp,
Filled with a mischievous air,
"It really seems like a parade of ghosts."
A parade of ghosts?
Then wouldn't I be the leader of this parade of ghosts?
Wu Tian chuckled,
Among the Bear Tribe, the bears in the blood mist were very confused, with some Bear Soldiers being quite scared.
