Chapter 139: Frost in the Mist

Upon hearing Lu Hanwen's question, Feng Zi did not answer immediately.

He leaned down and reached his hand toward the campfire that was still burning fiercely, yet had long since lost its color.

"What are you..." Seeing this, Lu Hanwen could not help but ask in confusion.

As a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm, Feng Zi naturally would not be harmed by a mere fire, but Lu Hanwen still could not fathom Feng Zi's intent.

Feng Zi simply looked at his own hand, revealing an expression that said, "Just as I thought."

Afterwards, he withdrew his hand and looked at the three people in front of him: "You can try it yourselves, and you will naturally understand what I mean."

Since Feng Zi had said as much, the three of them, though puzzled, followed his instructions.

And when they reached their hands into the campfire, their expressions all tightened in shock:

There was no temperature at all, and the flames did not spread onto them—

The campfire before their eyes was like a phantom image; it had the "appearance" of fire, but had long since lost the essence that fire should possess!

Qingyang withdrew his hand in disbelief, then reached his other hand into the campfire, repeating the attempt several times, before saying in disbelief:

"In other words, the reason those tribes were wiped out... is also because of this cause?!"

Feng Zi nodded slightly and spoke frankly: "Yes, if I were facing ordinary danger, perhaps I would have taken you all and slipped away long ago.

"But this situation is different—it is truly too dangerous, and there is no pattern to its appearance or disappearance.

"If it were allowed to develop freely, who knows how many tribes would suffer an unprovoked disaster because of it.

"Since I have already encountered this situation, I cannot do such an irresponsible thing."

He sighed helplessly and said: "But I must be blunt, the situation here is unclear.

"Once an unpredictable crisis occurs, it will be difficult for me to look after your safety; if you choose to withdraw first, it is understandable."

Hearing this suggestion, Lu Hanwen and the others subconsciously exchanged glances and said without hesitation: "Naturally, we will go together."

What a joke... they shared all the benefits, and then would slip away when trouble arose?

Even if this was a suggestion proposed by Feng Zi, they could not accept such a bastardly choice.

Seeing their attitude was so firm, Feng Zi thought about it seriously once more:

He suddenly realized that in this situation, letting his friends flee far away alone might not be a good idea;

With them by his side, he could at least keep a little attention on their situation.

Since that was the case, Feng Zi had no further objections: "Fine, then Qinglin and I will walk in front; do not stay too far behind."

Having said that, he followed the guidance of his instincts and walked toward the source of this crisis.

Lu Hanwen and the others, following behind them, had also long since drawn their weapons.

Walking along the way, everything in the scenery had lost its color, looking extremely eerie.

Even the tired birds resting on the branches and the beasts in the forest had likewise lost their color.

As for these living creatures... they naturally had long since lost their vitality.

Facing such an extremely eerie scene, the group subconsciously held their breath, fearing they might disturb the threat that could be lurking in the forest.

During this, Qingyang's greatsword accidentally touched a Fading giant tree.

Before the stunned eyes of the group, that giant tree silently vanished into thin air!

Yes, it did not turn into powder, but silently disappeared between heaven and earth!

Seeing this, the group immediately understood the reason why the tribes that had encountered this disaster, as mentioned by the refugees, had not left behind a single corpse.

And seeing this, the clothes of Lu Hanwen and the other two were instantly soaked with cold sweat:

If not for Feng Zi and Yue Yu reacting in time, they feared they would have met the same end by now, without even knowing how they had died!

But Feng Zi merely turned his head, took a deep look at the "empty space" behind him, and said in a calm tone:

"Let's go, do not be timid because of this."

As for this result, he had already understood it in his heart the moment he reached his hand into that campfire that had lost its color.

This attitude seemed cold, but in such a terrifying and eerie environment, it became a pillar that could settle everyone's hearts:

Only a tough and firm person could remain calm in such an environment.

The group continued to walk deeper into the forest.

Unknowingly, within this already Fading world, a color quietly emerged:

Moon-white.

This color was not conspicuous, so much so that when it appeared, even Feng Zi did not notice its existence at first.

It was not until the first wisp of moon-white mist lingered over the trees that Feng Zi suddenly realized it.

He frowned slightly and reminded them in a low voice: "Be careful, we are... already very close to the target of this trip."

As if to verify this statement, the next moment, ethereal moon-white mist rose from the ground.

This mist was not thick, yet it unknowingly shrouded everyone within it.

Just by inhaling a small breath of the mist, Lu Hanwen and the others felt a chill that seeped into their marrow spreading through their bodies—

To be able to make a Foundation Establishment cultivator feel cold, one could see how icy it was.

Qingyang exhaled a breath, which instantly turned into a cloud of white mist and lost its color in a flash.

This Qi Refiner from the north of Tianyuan subconsciously rubbed his hands and remarked:

"It's so cold... even in my hometown, such a chill would only occur during the coldest moment of the year."

The fact that the chill could make Qingyang remark on it showed just how cold the environment within this moon-white mist was!

Upon hearing this, Feng Zi only shook his head and said in an even lower voice: "Stop chatting, stay focused.

"My intuition tells me that something is hidden in this mist, and it should be difficult for you all to deal with."

Hearing this warning, the expressions of the group immediately tightened, and they decisively shut their mouths.

But before they could walk a few more steps, the group heard the sound of ice cracking beneath their feet.

They followed the sound and looked over, discovering that a layer of fine ice had already formed upon the damp soil.

And the existence that had heard the sound of the ice cracking was clearly not limited to just the five of them—

The next moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the mist and lunged fiercely toward Qingyang!

Everything happened too suddenly; Qingyang and the other two had not even had time to realize what exactly was happening.

By the time they reacted, the figure of Feng Zi was already blocking in front of Qingyang, with several moon-white tentacles wrapped around each of his arms.

Seeing that the strike had failed, those tentacles prepared to retreat, intending to plot the next sneak attack from within the mist.

But how could Qinglin allow such a thing to happen?

She let out a cold snort, her figure having already arrived at Feng Zi's side—

A flash of silver-white blade light tore through the mist, and those tentacles were severed instantly!