Crossing the wilderness to survive, starting with a broken kitchen knife.

The streets were silent, with tiny dots of light dripping from the sky. The entire foggy city was gray, with occasional flashes of light, as if a wild beast was lurking in the darkness.

Zhang Shi and the others remained silent. Ever since the unusual movement on the street, everyone had tacitly maintained silence until they heard Zhao Feng's breathing. Zhang Shi turned around and saw that the usually carefree man was also very nervous, his eyes constantly looking around.

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound behind everyone.

Zhao Feng reacted quickly like a cheetah, swinging his axe towards the source of the sound. The axe fell with a piercing sound, but was blocked by a wall of water.

Only then did Zhao Feng see clearly that the voice came from Chen Beipan. He had hidden at the back of the team at some point. At this moment, he was holding a steel knife tightly in both hands. He was obviously frightened by the unusual movement on the street, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

At this moment, Zhao Feng swung his axe at him without hesitation. He thought Zhang Shi and others were going to kill him, and he was so scared that he burst into tears.

The crying seemed to have attracted some unknown existence. Although everyone was standing still, there were bursts of footsteps nearby.

The sound of footsteps surrounded the crowd, as if they were pacing nearby, but always maintaining an ambiguous distance.

Ge Dalong realized that danger was approaching, kicked Chen Beipan and scolded him in a low voice.

"Keep your voice down!"

Chen Beipan covered his mouth, trying hard not to make any sound, but his pale face still revealed his fear.

"Stone……"

Zhao Feng wanted to say something, so he called out softly. The next moment, a voice like an echo suddenly echoed from the middle of the team: "Shi Tou..."

Several people were startled, and the sudden sound made their tense nerves almost explode.

The continuous footsteps around suddenly stopped.

Zhang Shi's eyes were solemn. He held Lao Duan tightly and stretched out his finger to make a "hush" gesture in front of his mouth. He used Dingzhen to frantically identify everywhere, but found nothing.

There are only two explanations for this situation. One is that they are trapped in an illusion and everything in front of them is not real; the other is that the other party's existence is beyond the range of their ability to recognize the truth.

But both situations were very dangerous for them. Zhang Shi knew that a stalemate here was not a solution, so he held Lao Duan in front of him and walked carefully towards the corner of the street. Zhang Dazhuang followed closely behind him, and the other members of the team also followed slowly in tacit understanding, taking every step carefully for fear of causing too much noise.

At the end of the street, Zhang Shi suddenly stopped, and everyone stopped as well, looking ahead in confusion. Everyone felt their scalps tingling when they saw this.

A dark figure stood at the corner of the street, silently merging into the darkness. Only its twinkling eyes revealed an indescribable presence. It was tall and slender, wearing a ragged cloak that swayed gently in the wind, but its face was invisible.

"What is this?"

Zhao Feng lowered his voice, a hint of undisguised fear in his tone. The thing before him was clearly different from a soul. The aura it exuded was obviously more dangerous and visible to the naked eye. It looked like some kind of evil monster.

Zhang Shi didn't answer, his attention focused entirely on the shadow. He slowly raised Lao Duan, the tip of the knife trembling slightly, not out of fear, but from concentrating all his strength, ready to deal with any possible emergency.

The shadowy figure seemed to sense Zhang Shi's hostility and slowly raised his head. His eyes, as deep as the abyss, stared directly at everyone. The air was filled with an oppressive and tense atmosphere, and even breathing became unusually heavy.

"What do you mean, do it?"

Ge Dalong's voice trembled a little. He felt the threat from the black shadow. The strength of this thing was obviously far beyond those low-level monsters before.

Zhang Shi nodded, his eyes firm.

Zhang Shi then took a deep breath, gestured to everyone, and prepared to take a step. At this moment, the black shadow suddenly moved, so fast that it almost turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Zhang Shi.

Zhang Shi reacted quickly. Old Duan swung his sword, and the sword light was like a dragon. A shadowy sword energy slashed out and collided with the black shadow in mid-air.

However, what was shocking was that the black shadow seemed to have no substance, and the knife light passed by, leaving only a faint afterimage.

"Is it a spirit? Or some kind of special superpower?"

Zhang Shi pondered secretly in his mind, and at the same time, he did not retreat but advanced, swinging his sword again, trying to force the opponent back and buy time for himself and his teammates.

Seeing this, Wu Qing and Ge Dalong no longer hesitated, drawing their weapons and forming a defensive formation around Zhang Shi, ready to jointly fight this unknown enemy. Zhao Feng had already circled to the side, charging towards the shadow with his battle axe in hand, but the shadow hadn't reacted and leaped onto the eaves of a building on the side of the street.

Zhang Shi used the Shadow Step and suddenly appeared behind the black shadow, but the black shadow seemed to be able to sense Zhang Shi's movements and once again avoided Lao Duan's blade.

The battle unfolded in the narrow streets, and every clash was accompanied by the sound of air tearing, but the black shadow always managed to avoid the fatal blow at the critical moment, as if it was playing a toy with them.

"This is not a solution. We have to find its weakness!" Zhang Shi shouted while fighting, beads of sweat already oozing from his forehead.

At the same time, the strange footsteps reappeared near them. Ge Dalong reacted immediately, unleashing an ice blizzard in the middle of the street. Countless ice cones rained down densely, and within the coverage area, bursts of shrill wails could be heard, clearly having hit something.

A moment later, a deafening roar came from under everyone's feet, and the ground deformed again. This time, the entire street was shaking violently, and the ground kept rising and falling.

This time, the unusual movement was directed at Zhang Shi and the others. Except for Zhang Shi and the mysterious black shadow standing on the roof, the legs of everyone else were stuck in the ground. The originally solid ground suddenly became like the mud on the Yellow River beach, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull it out.

Everyone tried to attack the ground, but no matter whether it was swords or magical energy, they were like a drop in the ocean. The whole earth seemed like a pool of mud, and even if it was broken, it would heal quickly. The situation did not improve at all.

On the other side, the black shadow stared at Zhang Shi, dodging most of Zhang Shi's attacks. After several rounds, Zhang Shi didn't touch it at all. But what was puzzling was that the black shadow didn't attack, but just dodged, as if it was playing a trick on Zhang Shi.

"Shitou, help!"

Zhao Feng's calves had already sunk into the ground. Wu Qing, who was standing beside him, placed the Ancestral Staff across his legs and pressed her entire body against it, trying to pull her legs out. However, after a long effort, she only sank deeper and deeper.

Even more frightening was the fact that the footsteps, which seemed to be so close yet so distant, seemed unaffected. Waves of kicking and stomping noises reached everyone's ears, getting closer and closer. Everyone could only frantically unleash their skills in the general direction, trying to slow down the enemy's speed.