Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Layers of eerie fog covered Mount Everest, and ghost beasts roamed the area.

At that moment, Blake shielded Jean while scanning the surroundings for any sign of Lilly.

"I can't find any trace of Lilly here." He furrowed his brow as he swiftly killed another ghost beast.

While he found the ghost beasts manageable individually, their overwhelming numbers turned the task into a relentless battle.

They surrounded him from all sides, so he had no choice but to confront and eradicate them. Although he had the option to use the teleportation formation to evade these creatures, doing so risked overlooking any possible clues or traces that Lilly might have left behind.

Jean, breathing heavily from the exertion, persevered in killing the ghost beasts, striving to grow stronger as quickly as possible.

Although Blake found them manageable, they presented a greater challenge for her.

"At this rate, we won't uncover any trace of Lilly," she worried. "The multitude of ghost beasts here might overshadow any clues.” "Killing the ghost beasts will create traces. It's the anomaly of Mount Everest and our only search method," he replied.

It was a crude method, but there seemed to be no alternative.

Suddenly, Jean exclaimed, "Over there!" Blake swiftly turned to see the eerie fog shifting in a direction as if all the ghost beasts were converging there. Remnants of slain ghost beasts littered the periphery.

"Lilly?!" He glimpsed a glimmer of hope. He raised his sword, cutting a path through the cluster of ghost beasts! Crawford Ancestor was on the verge of collapse. Despite being aware of Mount Everest's peril, the reality was far more dangerous than anticipated. The danger didn't stem from the ghost beasts but from the frenzied killing. The innocuous, eerie fog enveloping them was the true hazard.

Several times, he teetered on the brink of losing consciousness, only pulling back from the frenzy of killing through his unwavering determination to find Lilly. Yet, even the search for Lilly had become an all-consuming fixation.

When he was on the verge of exhaustion, disoriented by the bloodshed, a sudden white light pierced through the eerie fog, and Crawford Ancestor abruptly regained clarity.

"Crawford Ancestor?!" Jean was surprised and somewhat disappointed. She was elated that he had inadvertently rescued himself. Yet, she was disheartened because she still had not located her daughter.

Blake spoke in a deep voice, "Let's make our way out of here." Crawford Ancestor wore a bitter smile and replied, "Where can we go? This place is teeming with ghost beasts.” Blake shook his head and said, "Ghost beasts consist of different populations, and where these populations intersect, there are brief vacuum zones." He had discovered this after observing for a long time, although it didn't seem immediately useful.

The three of them had no other option but to venture deeper into the area, their anxiety growing.

Crawford Ancestor added, "My soul contract beast is following Lilly. If the small ghost beast is still nearby, tracking it should lead us to her." He caught his breath after stopping in a relatively calm vacuum zone, offering a glimmer of hope.

This was welcomed news for Blake, as it meant there was at least one glimmer of hope.

Jean asked, "Crawford Ancestor, have you sensed the possible location of the small ghost beast?" Crawford Ancestor nodded, gazing at the sky. While not entirely sure of the direction, his experience guided him. "| believe it should be this way." This was a much more practical approach than Blake's attempts to find any sign in the vast, ghost-beast-filled eerie fog. After a brief rest, the three of them immediately resumed their search in that direction.

Ivan found himself trapped among the pack of ghost beasts, unsure of how many days he had been locked in battle. His eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't help but wonder, If the ghost beasts were already so difficult to deal with, what chance did Lilly stand, having entered the area with serious injuries? Despite his past experience venturing through the eerie fog beneath Mount Cape, he still worried about her.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar presence. It was a sensation he had developed after being hunted by the black-robed man for several years. Whenever the black-robed man was within a mile, Ivan had an inexplicable intuition. Ivan's heart raced, and he immediately hid himself within the eerie fog. With no defense or movement, his body began to be eroded by the eerie fog. He had endured this pain before and could withstand it now.

He soon spotted a Darkshadow not far away. It appeared bewildered, scanning its surroundings before heading in one direction.

Ivan felt oddly at home on Mount Everest, as though he knew how to shield himself from the eerie fog and keep the ghost beasts at bay. Suppressing his breath to the lowest level, he silently trailed the Darkshadow. Ivan had a hunch that the black-robed man possessed crucial information, and by following him, he might find Lilly.

He dared not release even a hint of his spirit energy, as any fluctuation would be like a beacon in the darkness, easily detected by the black-robed man and the ghost beast pack.

Evading the ghost beasts posed a challenging but surmountable task. However, the relentless erosion of the eerie fog on his body couldn't be ignored. Gradually, his skin began to deteriorate, exposing a significant area of flesh with blood trickling onto the ground. The eerie fog was so dense that he failed to notice the swift absorption of the blood by the earth...

After approximately ten minutes of pursuit, the barely discernible figure of the black-robed man ahead vanished.

Ivan's heart sank, thinking, This is not good...