Song Jian had been running along the stone path without stopping, the white fog on both sides of the road growing thicker and the hoarse howls growing clearer, as if they were right beside Song Jian's ears, but despite running for so long, with sweat beginning to show on his forehead, he still hadn't seen any monsters emerge from the fog, which he found quite strange.
Step, step, step, step step, step, step step step...
On the deathly silent and ethereal road, there were only the roar from both sides and the sound of Song Jian's footsteps. Song Jian had forgotten how long he had been running—it seemed like an hour, but it could have also been the entire day.
"Does this road ever end?" Song Jian wondered as he looked at the surrounding scene, which was the same in every direction, and he couldn't help but stop and stand in place.