Until the very end, the flame shrank to a point of green fire, struggling a few times before extinguishing with a "poof."

It was then that everyone noticed a milky white gas, similar to mist, spreading out from the ruins. Because it was mixed with smoke and dust, they hadn't noticed it immediately.

Now it seemed that it was this strange mist that had extinguished the flames.

"Something's wrong." Luo He issued a warning immediately. "Everyone, be on guard!"

"Tian Lang and the others have lost contact," Officer Wu said, a hint of panic in his voice.

"Our people are also still there," a man in a brown leather jacket said. "Let's go back, find Tian Lang and them, and regroup."

As they turned and entered the dense forest, they discovered that the mist had spread there as well, as if it were conscious, surrounding them from all directions.

"Tian Lang, Tian Lang!" Another man in camouflage was still busy trying to make contact. "Respond if you hear!"

Luo He's expression hardened. He walked ahead to clear the path. "Follow me, and pick up the pace!"

By the time the group arrived at the position where they had left the team in the forest, the surrounding mist had already surged up, visibility was poor, and the mist felt unpleasant. When they grabbed at it, it was strangely slippery.

Like grabbing a corpse soaked in formaldehyde solution.

"Where are they?!"

The man following Officer Wu panicked. Not long ago, there were at least several dozen people left here, but now, it was silent, with no one to be seen.

Where did they go?

Why couldn't they contact anyone on the walkie-talkie?

There were dozens of fully armed soldiers, and more than ten disciples.

A group of living people had simply disappeared…

Now, everyone knew that something incomprehensible must have happened nearby, otherwise, the other team would never have left without a word.

"Tian Lang, Tian Lang, respond if you hear!" The man was still desperately trying to make contact. Luo He and the others didn't interrupt him, although they knew the probability of getting through was almost zero.

Suddenly, a burst of static crackled from the walkie-talkie, with other sounds faintly audible. The man's face lit up as if he had grasped at a straw in desperation. "Tian Lang, this is Hunter, respond if you hear!"

"Repeat, Tian Lang, this is Hunter, respond if you hear!"

Noticing the sound from the walkie-talkie, several people nearby unconsciously gathered around, but the next second, a low, suppressed sound came from the walkie-talkie, making everyone feel uncomfortable, as if the speaker was being strangled and was about to suffocate.

"What's that sound?" someone asked.

But the next second, the man holding the walkie-talkie suddenly paused, then his neck slowly rose. No, not just his neck, but his whole body was rising, as if an invisible hand was grabbing his throat and slowly lifting him up.

At first, he could still stand on tiptoe, but soon his entire body left the ground. His feet kicked wildly in the air, his face turned purple, his eyes bulged, and his mouth opened, his throat emitting a helpless "ho ho" sound, just like the sound coming from the walkie-talkie earlier!

Several people nearby wanted to rush up and help, but soon, the man's hands drooped down. He was dead.

He died in front of everyone!

But strangely, his body was still rising, as if pulled by an invisible hand, slowly, about to pull him into the sky.

The walkie-talkie fell to the ground, still emitting sounds from time to time, but no one dared to pick it up.

Looking up, the top of the forest was also covered in mist, and almost nothing could be seen.

"Everyone, be careful." The Xia family man calmed down at this moment, and his words had a strange persuasiveness. He kept looking around, his eyes full of vigilance. "The other party is also a disciple, a high-level disciple."

"Why is this happening?" someone gritted his teeth. "Weren't their people all in the building being…"

Speaking of this, the person suddenly stopped, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, raised his voice and said, "That building is... a trap, a trap prepared for us by the Night Watch!"

"This is the killing field the Night Watch set up for us!"

Fu Fu couldn't help but snort. Such a simple question, but someone only understood it now.

In an instant, the dead man's body disappeared into the mist above their heads. In the previous struggle, the man's camouflage backpack fell to the ground. Luo He was about to pick up the backpack, but someone else beat him to it.

Officer Wu nimbly took out a cylindrical object from the backpack. After unscrewing the back cover, there was also a thin line. She took a deep breath, pulled the line, and after a moment, a bright point of light shot out from the cylinder and rose into the sky.

The strong light slightly dispelled the mist. Through the gaps in the mist, everyone saw an unforgettable scene: dozens of corpses floating about 10 meters above their heads.

It was the missing people!

The whole scene was terrifying and bizarre, and even had a sense of solemnity like a religious ceremony. Dozens of corpses were floating in the air, and some were hanging on the branches.

"Send someone up and find a way to get a body down," Officer Wu said sharply. It was hard to imagine that this woman was one of the first to calm down.

There might be clues on the bodies to deal with that guy. Officer Wu knew far more about the disciples than ordinary people. Although the abilities the disciples mastered were terrifying, there were still traces to follow.

Luo He was about to accept the task when Officer Wu interrupted him with a look. He hesitated for less than a second, and Officer Wu called out someone's name, "Mr. Qin, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you."

The man who was named was stunned, but it wasn't clear if the woman had something on him. Although he was reluctant, he still stretched his body simply and climbed up a big tree beside him.

The man's figure quickly disappeared into the layers of branches.

The people below were all sweating for him.

About two minutes later, a corpse suddenly fell from above. Fortunately, these people were not ordinary people and reacted surprisingly quickly, so they were not hit.

It was a corpse in a black windbreaker, face down, lying in the fallen leaves. The old man Huang's face trembled when he saw it, "Huang Zhaoding…"

Obviously, the old man Huang knew this person, and he should be one of the people he brought.

But before everyone could approach for inspection, another corpse fell, but this time it was different from before. This time, along with the corpse, there was also a rain of blood, mixed with some broken flesh and organs.