Chapter 9 - The Array’s Power (1/2)

The row of people stuck together and held on to the red rope as they walked through the mist. Zhuo Fan went first with Steward Sun right behind him. Holding onto him with a firm grip on to prevent the boy from escaping.

Because of the thick mist, one couldn’t even see the figure of the one in front and relied on their hands to feel their neighbor.

At the heart of the Misty Forest, where it was impossible for anyone to escape, Zhuo Fan stopped.

“What is it?” Steward Sun was feeling apprehensive, tightening his grip on Zhuo Fan’s clothes.

With a snicker, Zhuo Fan said, “Steward Sun, we’ll be paring here. It’s best if you travel the Underworld River without me.”

With acute fear, Steward Sun discovered he fell in Zhuo Fan’s trap. He pulled Zhuo Fan close and slapped him.

The clothes were turned to ribbons, but instead of Zhuo Fan, they held a log.

‘W-when did he escape?’

He’d been holding tight on Zhuo Fan to prevent his escape, yet reality showed the opposite.

“Turn back, quick!” Steward Sun rushed from where they came.

As soon as he shouted, the men used the rope to retrace their path.

But then, a shout came from the mist, “The rope has been cut!”

It was as if lightning struck them and they all turned pale. How would they get out of this thick mist without the rope?

Steward Sun stomped as he gnashed his teeth, “Blast it! That brat got us.”

“Bring that damn Pang over.”

“Steward Sun, he’s gone.”

“Bastard!”

Steward Sun punched the ground and made a meter wide hole in rage.

He was a schemer himself, yet he fell at the hands of a stinky brat.

“Damn punk, I’ve played this game longer than you. Don’t think a puny Misty Forest can trap me.” Steward Sun roared towards the sky. “Once I get out! I’ll tear you to pieces!”

“Ha-ha-ha, you’ll never have the chance.”

With Zhuo Fan’s mad laughter as the signal, the mist reddened.

“Why is the mist turning red?”