Yan Xuehen retorted angrily, "Witch, are you ever going to stop?"

Just as Zu'an was about to offer some advice, a shrill scream suddenly came from not far away. Then, he vaguely sensed a figure thrashing about, seemingly scratching at something on its face with both hands. After a while, it fell heavily to the ground and fell silent.

The group was shocked; the screams were so pitiful that they hadn't heard anything like it when they were being eaten by those ferocious beasts while crossing the swamp.

Zuan and his group exchanged glances and decided to go check it out. The screams were too eerie, and they had to find out what was going on.

There were quite a few people who shared the same thoughts, such as the group who fought against those ferocious beasts in the swamp.

On the ground lay a demon, his face and neck mangled and bloody. Judging from the bloodstains under his fingernails, he had scratched himself.

Many people had seen him in action before. Although he was not as good as Princess Soren and others, he was not far behind.

The fact that such a skilled expert had died so inexplicably here gave everyone a sense of foreboding.

"Could it be that something is hiding in the fog, launching a sneak attack?" Princess Soren asked in confusion.

“Impossible. I was right next to him just now, and no one approached him. He was also very wary and deliberately kept his distance from others,” Duan Tiande said.

Night elves are known for their stealth and assassination skills; if even he says nothing is approaching, then it must be nothing.

"Then how exactly did he die?" The others were dumbfounded.

Just then, another series of screams rang out.

Everyone hurriedly turned around to look. The group of people who were examining the corpse at the front were the ones with the highest cultivation and status. The others had to stand on tiptoe to see what was going on.

The outermost layer, the lower the cultivation level.

Of course, there are also some maverick masters who live alone at a distance, warily watching everyone who gets close to them.

I thought it would be those lone individuals who would get into trouble, but it turned out to be those people crowding on the periphery of the crowd.

They were in the same situation as before, desperately scratching their faces and necks, their bodies twisting and turning wildly, like zombies.

Bang, bang, bang! The sounds of their struggle rang out. Their voices, however strong, were not as powerful as those of the previous expert. One by one, they fell down and fell silent.

Witnessing these scenes up close, and still not knowing how they died, a chill ran down everyone's spine.