Chapter 31

He felt something was off about the cave, and just in case, he didn't use firelight to illuminate it.

Even in this pitch-black darkness, Leng Huai's magic still grants him a faint vision. Although his vision isn't particularly clear, he wouldn't suffer if someone attacked him.

The cave was eerily quiet, with only the occasional dripping water from the ceiling hitting the ground and making a crisp sound that echoed in the empty space.

As Leng Huai was walking forward, a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Upon closer inspection, it was Mo Xiaoxin!

Leng Huai quickened his pace unconsciously.

"Mo Qiuxin!" Leng Huai stepped forward, but when he got closer, he found that Mo Xiaoxin's condition was somewhat strange.

Mo Xiaoxin's hair was disheveled, her clothes were half-undone, and her fair skin was faintly visible. Her eyes were unfocused and somewhat confused as she slowly approached Leng Huai.

"Leng Huai, you've finally arrived..." Mo Xiaoxin's voice was soft and trembling slightly as she raised her hand and gently placed it on Leng Huai's shoulder, her fingers slowly sliding down his arm.

Her warm breath brushed against Leng Huai's neck, carrying an alluring scent. Then, her hands began to untie her belt, her movements slow and seductive, until the belt slipped down, revealing a thin undergarment.

Leng Huai frowned slightly, and instinctively grabbed Mo Xiaoxin's wrists with both hands to stop her from continuing.

"What are you doing!" he said urgently, his voice tinged with confusion.

Mo Xiaoxin seemed not to hear him, twisting her body, trying to break free from Leng Huai's restraints, and muttering, "I...I feel a little hot...Can you help me?"

Leng Huai looked closely at Mo Xiaoxin in front of him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes revealed a captivating allure.

Such allure would naturally make any ordinary man unable to move.

But Leng Huai was no ordinary man; he had never been interested in any woman.

Anything that comes to you unsolicited is unlikely to be good; it's something that comes with some kind of benefit that's being offered to you.

How could he be so easily swayed by a mere flirtation?

Leng Huai sneered, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Very similar, but you only copied three-tenths of her look. A stupid woman like Mo Xiaoxin could never seduce a man with such allure. You've overdone it."

Looking at Mo Xiaoxin again, her eyes were still unfocused, but a strange smile curved her lips. This smile was definitely not something Mo Xiaoxin would have.

"Hmph, you found out." Mo Xiaoxin's voice suddenly changed, becoming sharp and cold, no longer the soft and gentle one from before.

Her body began to contort, and the surrounding air fluctuated accordingly. A strong aura of illusion spread out, and the originally dim cave was now shrouded in an eerie mist.

It was an illusion after all!

Mo Xiaoxin transformed into a misty fog and attacked Leng Huai.

The surging mist caused Leng Huai's pupils to shrink sharply. Without thinking, he quickly dodged to the side.

The mist brushed past his shoulder, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a hissing sound.

Leng Huai steadied himself, quickly forming a huge fireball in his hand and throwing it towards the mist. However, the mist seemed to have a life of its own, nimbly dodging the attack and then reforming, before sweeping towards him at an even faster speed.

If he were to be completely enveloped by the mist, he would likely fall into an endless illusion, at the mercy of others. He had to get rid of this thing quickly.

His gaze darkened, and countless fiery blades materialized in his hand, hurtling towards the mist.

Sensing the threat, the mist quickly dispersed just as the blade was about to strike, transforming into countless tiny wisps of mist that surrounded Leng Huai from all directions.

Leng Huai felt that everything in front of him was white and he could not see anything. All he could hear was the sound of the fog howling.

Leng Huai sneered: "Trying to trap me? Not so easy!"

Leng Huai instantly enveloped himself in flames. The mist seemed to be particularly afraid of the flames. Under the heat of the flames, the mist could not bear it and let out a miserable cry. In an instant, the mist disappeared completely, leaving only darkness.

He went back into the cave.

Mo Xiaoxin felt the demon staff on her back was constantly stirring and tapping her back from time to time.

Mo Xiaoxin followed Leng Huai's footsteps, only to be hit twice more from behind.

Mo Xiaoxin whispered, "I don't need a massage right now. Behave yourself and don't make any noise!"

This is a time of crisis, and she has no time to worry about this mischievous magic wand.

It doesn't seem to be showing any sign of stopping.

Mo Xiaoxin was furious: "Stop it right now!"

Suddenly, Leng Huai stopped, and the Demon God Staff also stopped.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoxin ran to Leng Huai and whispered breathlessly, "No, don't go in! There seems to be something inside!"

Leng Huai's voice was as cold and emotionless as ever: "I am the mighty Demon Lord, what is there for me to fear?"

Leng Huai's arrogant tone left Mo Xiaoxin speechless. Indeed, for someone as powerful as Leng Huai, her reminder seemed a bit superfluous.

At this moment, the heavy thud started again. Mo Xiaoxin panicked and quickly grabbed Leng Huai's hand, hiding behind a stone wall.

She was startled the moment she grabbed Leng Huai's hand.

How can it be so cold!

A chilling sensation swept over her entire body, sending shivers down her spine.

She glanced at Leng Huai suspiciously, then casually let go of his hand and pointed ahead: "There's something crawling around."

Under the light of Mo Xiaoxin's lamp, the shadow of something was cast on the mountain wall not far ahead. The back of the thing looked uneven, and the whole shadow was about several meters long.

Even though the shadow would elongate the figure, Mo Xiaoxin was certain that this thing was not small.

Leng Huai looked down at Mo Xiaoxin's released hand, a smile appearing on his lips. He suddenly reached out a hand and pressed Mo Xiaoxin against the mountain wall.

The sudden closeness sent a shiver down Mo Xiaoxin's spine. There was no embarrassment whatsoever; all she felt was boundless fear.

Through the green light, Mo Xiaoxin saw Leng Huai's expression.

That expression was very strange.

She suppressed the urge to run away, forced herself to remain calm, and asked with an awkward smile, "What's wrong?"

"You like me, don't you?" Leng Huai suddenly asked.

The closer Leng Huai got to Mo Xiaoxin, the closer the chill emanated from her.

Why are you shaking?

Leng Huai's concerned tone sent a chill down Mo Xiaoxin's spine.

The Leng Huai in front of me is clearly not human.

How could a person's body be so cold?

What exactly is he?

Mo Xiaoxin felt a little scared. Her mind raced as she tried to calm herself down and not reveal any flaws, otherwise she might lose her life if the other party found out.

"It's freezing cold in this cave," Mo Xiaoxin said, tugging at her clothes to appear cold. "But with you here, I'm not cold at all."

Mo Xiaoxin looked very shy: "Oh my, why are you so close? I'm shy!"

Mo Xiaoxin used all her strength to push Leng Huai away, and then ran frantically in another direction.

Leng Huai stood quietly in place, a strange smile on his face: "You've been discovered."

Mo Xiaoxin didn't dare to look back; she ran forward with all her might.

Suddenly I bumped into a human-shaped wall, and the pain almost brought tears to my eyes.

She looked up and saw that it was Leng Huai.

Her face stiffened, she realized something was wrong, and turned to run away.

But then, her hand was grabbed by the man: "Why are you running? Where did you go just now?"

Mo Xiaoxin was so scared she was about to cry: "Don't hurt me! I have no grudge against you. I'll burn paper money for you down there. Please don't hurt me..."

Leng Huai's face darkened: "Mo Qiuxin! What nonsense are you spouting!"

"I know everything, you're not human..." Mo Xiaoxin froze on the spot, too scared to move, her face turning pale with fright.

Leng Huai wanted to say something more, but suddenly he saw a figure appear not far ahead.

Mo Xiaoxin noticed it too, and she was stunned.

Not far ahead stood Leng Huai.

She felt a chill run down her spine, goosebumps rose on her skin, and she immediately shook off Leng Huai, who was holding her wrist.

Stay far away from him.

The Demon Staff suddenly appeared in front of Mo Xiaoxin from behind, emitting a black and red light, seemingly wanting to protect her.

Mo Xiaoxin was stunned by this action, and then she was moved. No one had ever protected her like this before. She never expected that the newly acquired staff would step forward to save her.

The two cold-faced men looked at each other.

Standing on the left, Leng Huai had a cold expression, occasionally glancing at Leng Huai opposite him with a probing look, his eyes revealing disdain and arrogance, as if he were looking at a fake.

Standing on the right, Leng Huai had no expression on his face, but rather a mocking smile, which made him look very dissatisfied with Leng Huai opposite him.

Leng Huai, on the left, turned to look at the wary Mo Xiaoxin: "Come here, he's a fake."

Leng Huai on the right also said, "Stupid woman, you can't even explain this."

For a moment, it was unclear which of the two was the real Leng Huai, or perhaps neither was.

The familiar tone instantly transported Mo Xiaoxin back to the days she spent with Leng Huai.

Looking at the two people who looked exactly alike and spoke in a very similar tone, Mo Xiaoxin dared not move.

It's no wonder she didn't recognize him; who could recognize him?

Even if she recognized him, she wouldn't dare to test him; her life was at stake, and this was no joke.

While he was still in a daze, Leng Huai on the left said again, "Don't mimic me! Mo Qiuxin, this is an illusion. You just stay there and wait for me to deal with this thing!"

She suddenly remembered that Leng Huai on her right seemed to have come from the direction of the monster, and a chill ran down her spine.

She wouldn't trust either of them now, so to be on the safe side, it was better for her to just stand there and watch them kill each other.

Having made up her mind, Mo Xiaoxin took two steps back.

Amidst the flames, Leng Huai on the left made his move. He flashed to Leng Huai's side and knocked him to the ground.

Mo Xiaoxin was stunned and exclaimed that this person was too amazing.

However, Leng Huai on the other side was no pushover either. After being knocked to the ground, he stood up unharmed, seemingly without any impact whatsoever.

Both sides were extremely angry, each believing the other to be a fake, and each wished they could destroy the other.

While the two were locked in combat, Mo Xiaoxin watched the fight while eating sunflower seeds. It has to be said that both of them were very strong.

Leng Huai looked at the thing in front of him and thought to himself that this monster was more troublesome than the last one. The thing in front of him seemed to have his memories and even knew his moves clearly.

Could it be that this thing is...?

He had a bad feeling.

In ancient tales, there exists a terrifying and mysterious monster: the Shadow Mist.

Unlike the illusions of ordinary fog monsters, Shadow Mist possesses its own consciousness and actively seeks out potential targets. Once it locks onto a target, it can perfectly replicate it like a mirror. Not only is its appearance identical to the target, but it can also copy its memories from childhood to adulthood.

What's even more terrifying is that it can absorb the abilities of its target and use them for its own purposes, making them just as powerful as they are when used on it. Therefore, its targets are usually the most powerful people in a crowd, and it can easily kill the others in the crowd. It is the best among the fog monsters.

The only way to defeat this shadowy fog is to defeat yourself.

Can a person defeat themselves?

Faced with such a formidable enemy, Leng Huai fell into deep thought.

Throughout the world, there are very few people whose magical power surpasses his. In the past, he could fight without breaking a sweat, but today he was stumped by a shadow mist.

When facing an opponent with the exact same abilities, familiar moves, and the same thought patterns, every attack feels like fighting against one's own reflection. The inner struggles and confusion are magnified infinitely, and a slight misstep can lead to self-doubt, being swallowed by the shadow mist and becoming its prey, or even disappearing, with the shadow mist transforming into the real entity.

If he cannot defeat this shadowy mist, he will die here today.