"Junior Sister Jiang?"
Zou Feng stopped in his tracks and looked toward the source of the voice.
It was still a pitch-black darkness, impossible to see through.
"Brother Zou... I... I'm not going to make it..."
Jiang Xue's voice came again, distinctly different from the cloying sounds made by the evil spirits earlier.
It was clear now, just as Zou Feng had suspected, that something had truly gone wrong.
Zou Feng hesitated for a moment before stoking his Yang Sui Fire as bright as he could, then headed toward the voice.
The lethality of the Yang Sui Fire against evil spirits had been proven multiple times on the third level of the Demon Suppression Tower.
As long as he could maintain the flame, spending some time in the dark shouldn't be a major issue.
As the Yang Sui Fire burned fiercely, all sorts of heart-stopping howls erupted from the surroundings.
At the same time, a loud RUSTLING sound filled the air, as if a great number of things were fleeing in a panic.
