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Chapter 284 A Strange Situation and Its Arrival!

Marshall didn't give them much time to marvel at the terror of the vortex; it urged the two to catch up quickly and continued drifting deeper into the core.

The nearly transparent gray shield still enveloped them, keeping the raging Soul-Devouring Mist at bay.

Although it looks fragile, like a soap bubble that could burst at any moment, it proved to be very effective—the mist that was frantically searching for its target dispersed automatically to both sides like a school of startled fish when the shield approached, without getting any closer.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding environment became increasingly bizarre.

If the fog at the end of the passage was just like thick smoke, it has now turned into some kind of viscous liquid.

The black fog was so thick it was impossible to disperse; even with the protective shield, Ling Feng could feel the suffocating oppressive atmosphere. There was no light here; apart from the faint gray halo of the shield itself, it was pitch black all around.

What surprised Ling Feng the most was that the journey was unusually quiet.

Logically speaking, even if this legendary core area of ​​the spirit world is dangerous, there should still be some native inhabitants.

After all, the ecosystem of the spirit world is very complete. Even in harsh environments, there are Pokémon that can adapt to those environments to survive—of course, these are ghost Pokémon.

But now, they have been walking for quite a while, and apart from the lifeless fog around them, they haven't seen a single ghost.

Forget about powerful Ghost-type Pokémon, I didn't even encounter a single common Gastly or Driftball.

Will walked behind, his face growing increasingly grim.

He kept his eyes fixed on the swirling mist around him, his brow furrowed.
The silence made him very uneasy.

He had heard rumors about the core of the spirit world before, and although he had never actually been inside such a deep place, those documents all mentioned that this place was a forbidden zone for life.

But this deathly silence is more unsettling than the rumored dangers.

It's like walking into a primeval forest that should be teeming with wild beasts, only to find that there isn't even a mosquito in it. That abnormal feeling only makes you feel that an even greater disaster is about to occur.

Ling Feng seemed much more relaxed. He put his hands in his pockets and walked around, looking at his surroundings as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

He turned to look at Will, whose face was grave, and casually asked a question.

"Lord of the Realm, when exactly did this fog begin to appear?"

Will was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ling Feng to ask such a question at this time.

He thought for a moment before answering in a low voice.

"It probably started a few years ago. At first, there was just some faint black mist appearing on the edge of the core area. At that time, the people of the Spirit Realm lineage did not pay much attention to it, thinking it was just some kind of natural phenomenon."

"But later the fog spread faster and faster, and the concentration also increased, until it became like this now."

"A few years ago."

Ling Feng nodded, then thoughtfully stroked his chin.

“Then there’s something I don’t understand. Since the Spirit Realm lineage has been guarding the seal here all along, why don’t you just set up a base in the core area? The construction site is so far away, and you only realized something was wrong when the fog had already spread out.”

Will gave a wry smile upon hearing this.

"You're asking too much of us. Do you think we don't want to be closer? But this is simply not a place for us to stay."

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Will sighed and pointed to the pitch-black void around him.

"Before this fog appeared, although there wasn't such an exaggerated black fog here, this was still the most dangerous place in the entire Spirit Realm. This is because a large number of terrifyingly powerful Ghost-type Pokémon live here."

“Those guys are not like the ordinary wild Pokémon outside. They are extremely powerful and have extremely violent tempers. Let alone us trainers, even champion-level powerhouses could lose their lives here if they are not careful.”

Will's face still showed a hint of helplessness as he spoke.

"The Spirit Realm lineage did consider establishing an outpost here before, but all the people they sent in never returned. Later, everyone realized that this place was not a forbidden zone for humans."

"Therefore, for thousands of years, the Spirit Realm lineage has always established a defensive line on the periphery of the core area and has never dared to venture into this place easily."

Ling Feng was somewhat surprised to hear this.

He hadn't expected the core of the spirit world to be so dangerous. Even champion-level powerhouses didn't dare to venture in easily, so just how strong must the Ghost-type Pokémon inside be?
In this world, it's incredibly difficult to find wild Pokémon at the Champion level.

Even if most wild Pokémon grow to the best level, they are already considered very strong if they can reach the level of a Gym Leader.

Those who can reach the threshold of the Heavenly King are basically legendary figures. How could they possibly grow here as casually as cabbages?
Could it be that the core of this spirit world possesses some special power that can greatly enhance the Pokémon here?
A thought suddenly flashed through Ling Feng's mind.

Oh, right, parallel worlds.

If the spirit world itself is an independent plane, or comes from a parallel world, then the rules here must be different from those outside.

Just like the world Marshadow mentioned before, the Pokémon there are generally much stronger.

If the spirit world is like this, then it's not impossible that so many champion-level Ghost-type Pokémon gather here.

Thinking about this, Ling Feng's initial surprise subsided considerably.

However, he then realized a new problem.

Since so many powerful Ghost-type Pokémon used to live here, where have they all gone?

Ling Feng stopped and carefully observed his surroundings.

Apart from the thick, impenetrable black fog, there was indeed nothing around.

Forget about those terrifying ghost-type overlords, you can't even see a shadow of them.

This is really abnormal.

Since those guys have lived here for so many years, they must consider this place their territory.

Now that such a large patch of fog has suddenly appeared, they should logically come out to fight back, or become ferocious after being swallowed by the fog.

But now this place is so clean, it's as if someone specially cleaned it, and you can't find any of these things at all.

"Will, where did all those guys go?"

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at Will, asking him a question.

Will was taken aback and instinctively wanted to reply, but the words caught in his throat.

He opened his mouth, a blank look on his face.

"Yes. Where did they go?"

He had been so worried about the fog and the stability of the seal that he had completely overlooked this issue. Only now, reminded by Ling Feng, did he realize how strange this matter was.

Those terrifyingly powerful Ghost-type Pokémon couldn't have disappeared without a reason.

This is their territory. Even if they were scared away by that terrifying pressure, they couldn't have escaped so cleanly without leaving a trace.

Will shook his head, his face growing even uglier.

“I don’t know either. Logically speaking, they shouldn’t leave here, since this place has the most suitable energy environment for their survival. Unless something terrible happens, they would never abandon their territory.”

Since you don't know, then ask Marshall.

Ling Feng turned his head and looked at Masado, who was floating in front of him.

"Namashad, do you know what's going on here? Where did all those powerful natives who used to live go?"

Marshado stopped, turned around, and a complex emotion flashed in its eyes.

It sighed and said in a low voice.

"I'm not really sure either. After all, I've been in that passage the whole time and haven't come out at all."

"I can't see what's going on inside, I can only sense a slight fluctuation of energy. But..."

Marcia paused, seemingly hesitant to speak.

"But what? Just tell me already, why are you keeping me in suspense at a time like this?"

Will urged him somewhat anxiously.

Marshall glared at him, signaling him to keep his voice down.

"Could you please keep your voices down? If those things spot us, we'll be in big trouble. Although this shield can block auras, it's hard to completely block sound. If we attract something terrible, I can't protect you either."

Will quickly shut his mouth and became obedient.

Marshall then continued:

"Although I didn't see those guys, I could sense some lingering presence here. Not long ago, there were indeed quite a few Ghost-type Pokémon of considerable strength active here."

"The scents were still fresh, which means they had been in this area before, but had only recently left."

"You just left recently?"

Will's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition instantly washed over him.

If these powerful Ghost-type Pokémon just left, where could they have gone?
This is the deepest part of the spirit world's core, surrounded by dangerous forbidden areas. They can't possibly be idly taking a stroll outside, can they?
Unless it was driven by some irresistible force, or scared away by something.

Will's face turned deathly pale instantly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If those creatures were truly frightened away by this sudden fog, then there's only one most likely place they went—

That was the frontline defense line established by the Spirit Realm lineage.

Those terrifying Ghost-type Pokémon usually don't participate in or explore the outside world; they mostly stay here.

Now that they can no longer stay in their own territory, things are different.
If they really surged towards the front lines like a tide, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The guards on the front lines are currently quite strong with the support of the League, but it's wishful thinking to expect them to withstand a large group of Champion-level Ghost-type Pokémon.

Thinking about this, Will felt that something terrible was about to happen.

If this is true, then the Spirit Realm lineage is likely to suffer a great calamity this time.

No, we need to check the situation immediately.

Will immediately pulled out the specially made communicator from his pocket.

This device was developed by the Alliance specifically for communication in the special environment of the Spirit Realm. Although the signal is not very good, it is still sufficient for transmitting emergency information.

His fingers trembled slightly as he pressed a few buttons, then quickly dialed the emergency channel of the frontline command center.

A piercing hissing sound came from the communicator—the magnetic interference unique to the spirit world. Will was sweating profusely, pressing the communicator tightly to his ear, afraid of missing a single word.

"Hello? Hello! This is Will! Can you hear me?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator, followed by a somewhat distorted voice.

"Sir Will? This is the frontline command center. I'm the duty officer. What's the situation?"

Hearing that voice, Will breathed a slight sigh of relief and quickly pressed for more information:
"How's the situation over there? Have you detected any unusual energy fluctuations? Are there large numbers of Ghost-type Pokémon rushing towards you?"

There was a pause on the other end of the communicator, as if they were bewildered by Will's anxious tone.

"Huh? Abnormal fluctuations? No, Lord Will, everything is normal here. The radar doesn't show any large groups of creatures approaching. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Upon hearing this, Will froze on the spot.

"Everything is normal?"

"No large groups of creatures are approaching?"

"How is this possible?"

If those powerful Ghost-type Pokémon didn't return to their nests or attack the front lines, where else could they have gone? Did they really vanish into thin air, disappearing from the world without a trace?
Will, still somewhat unwilling to give up, asked again.

"Are you really sure there isn't one? Even the slightest fluctuation would be significant. This is extremely important; you'd better check it carefully again."

The voice on the other end of the communicator sounded even more confused, but still answered earnestly:
"Lord Will, we have indeed checked. Our radar system has been operating at full power the whole time. It can detect not only large groups of Ghost-type Pokémon, but even a slightly stronger stray Pokémon approaching us. There is absolutely nothing unusual."

"Are you sure there's a situation? We'll be on alert immediately."

Will was taken aback.

It seems the other party wasn't lying.

Since the front lines were not attacked, where did those Ghost-type Pokémon that disappeared go?
He subconsciously turned his head, wanting to discuss with Ling Feng and see if he could gain any inspiration from the young man's perspective.

But the moment he turned his head, his movements suddenly stopped.

Not only Will, but also Marshall, who was floating in the air, and Ling Feng, who was standing to the side, were frozen in place as if they had been frozen in place.

—An unprecedented and terrifying pressure descended without warning!

(End of this chapter)