Chapter 86: Evil Spirits Paying Their Respects

They spent their days pushing deep into the Black Mist Mountains to hunt Demon Beasts and temper themselves, then returned to the outskirts to sleep at night. Seven or eight days passed in the same rhythm. That afternoon, not long after the sun crossed its zenith, the Black Mist abruptly thickened. It turned as black as ink and surged outward from the depths of the range, spreading with terrifying speed. Harmony Nesom, hovering in midair, sensed it and blanched. "This is bad! Something's happening...