Right on this battlefield where the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, no one expected that this was not the final result, this...
was just the beginning!
"Are those yellow fogs...poisonous?" Alva asked, full of suspicion.
Just seconds later, as the warriors of the United Tribes wiped the yellow slime off their faces, their faces were revealed.
There wasn't the slightest sign of abnormality on their faces, and they were even surprised themselves as to why they didn't feel any bodily discomfort.
Was this...just slime?
Not poisonous.
Everyone, including those in White Armor, collectively sighed with relief.
No one wished for a vast poisonous miasma zone to appear here, as it would directly affect the survival environment of the tribes on the grasslands.
"What's that on the ground, mushrooms?"
Assured there were no toxins, everyone clearly breathed a sigh of relief.
