At this moment, Richie finally noticed the strangeness of the fog surrounding him.
He stopped walking and cautiously looked around.
And that fog seemed to carry a cold aura, slipping into his collar, which made him shiver involuntarily.
A trace of fear flashed through his eyes. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and once again started walking forward, quickening his pace.
The fog became thicker and thicker, transforming into an invisible wall in front of him, blocking his view.
What is happening?
Richie didn't understand why this was happening.
Could it be that those Evil God believers were planning to attack Lonely Mountain City again?
But it shouldn't be!
His Majesty Preston had just severely injured those Evil God believers, so how could they appear again in such a short time?
Moreover, even if there was an attack, it shouldn't target someone as ordinary as he is, just a plain Dwarf.
