Dark Mist

"Hehehe... hehehe..." Yang Tian heard a raspy laugh from above and looked up in shock—this was a type of zombie he had encountered in the game! This zombie had a skill called "Phantom Mist," capable of obscuring human vision while hiding itself in the mist, making it particularly troublesome.

At the top of the church, a completely white zombie swayed unsteadily, its crimson eyes radiating a murderous aura as it gnawed on a human arm, blood dripping down its chin.

"I can't believe I've encountered another mother-type zombie so soon!" Yang Tian thought. It seemed that this white zombie had recently evolved; otherwise, it would have clashed with the green-haired mother-type. In the zombie world, much like the wild, the strongest ruled.

Although Yang Tian had upgraded from an initial zombie to an ordinary one, he still felt pressured by the mother-type. Killing the green-haired mother had been pure luck; if she hadn't underestimated him, victory would have been impossible. Even after winning, he had barely survived.

The white zombie's presence was already intimidating to Yang Tian. "Let me taste... the flavor of your blood..." it said, continuing to gnaw at its meal while staring at him.

"I'll let you taste your own blood first!" Yang Tian swiftly pulled out his gun, expertly shouldered it, and narrowed his deep green eyes to aim at the zombie atop the church, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

In that instant, the white zombie froze in surprise and suddenly dodged. Bang! It was hit in the shoulder and toppled off the church roof.

"Lucky you!" Yang Tian muttered as he ran toward the source of the voice.

A heavy thud echoed as the zombie crashed to the ground. "Hiss... hiss... I will... kill... you..." it growled in rage.

"I'll take you down first!" Yang Tian shouted, raising his gun to aim at the mother-type's head.

However, his vision was suddenly obscured by a thick mist, making it impossible to see the white zombie.

Frowning, Yang Tian realized the skill had activated. Reluctantly, he lowered his gun and scanned the surroundings as the fog thickened, visibility dropping to three meters. The sunlight vanished, and the world transformed into a shroud of mist.

"Come out... you brat..." Yang Tian readied himself, drawing his knife and assuming a combat stance.

But he waited for three long minutes, the tension of the dense mist making it hard to breathe.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath.

"Hehehe... I want to... eat your... flesh..." a faint raspy voice came from the mist.

"Finally ready to show yourself!" Yang Tian startled and turned, slashing with his knife, but only sliced through air.

"Hehehe... you will... die here..." the voice shifted from his right to his left, increasing Yang Tian's anxiety as he lost all sense of direction in the mist, which felt like an invisible cage.

"I need to think of a way out!" he pondered urgently, feeling a chill creeping up his back.

A cold voice, dripping with malice, whispered behind him: "I will... devour you... your scent... feels so good... I want to eat you..."

He spun around sharply, swinging his knife, but only struck the air, his heart sinking.

"Skek... hehehe... I will... kill you..." the chilling voices surrounded him, relentlessly assaulting his nerves.

"Whether you understand or not, let me tell you..." Yang Tian gripped his knife tightly, refusing to succumb. "Your psychological warfare is nothing but repetitive threats, and I find it amusing…"

"Uuu... uuu..." The white zombie whimpered, seeming not to understand, continuing to mutter: "Devour you…"

With a sudden turn, Yang Tian slashed with his knife, only to hear the sharp sound of metal striking metal.

It was an iron door? He had unknowingly reached the church's entrance, now so close yet still hazy. Under the mist, reality felt increasingly unreliable.

"I need to stay calm and devise a strategy…"

Suddenly, the iron door was smashed open, and the white zombie vanished once more.