"We were supposed to be less than a kilometer away, so why haven't we seen those nine pyramids after walking for almost half an hour?"
"Is the Young Master deceiving us?"
"Shh—"
Even though these mercenaries were in excellent physical condition, the two recent setbacks had put significant mental pressure on them, making them restless after less than half an hour of marching.
They dared not speak loudly for fear of getting their heads blown off with a single shot, so they could only discuss in whispers.
Jabem heard them but pretended not to.
He couldn't understand why his crystal, which could dispel Evil Magic and witchcraft, was so ineffective against Yang Yu's Daoist Skill.
Now, he could only rely on his five meters of visibility and memory of the path to find a way out amidst the "fog."
He would have liked to use navigation, but the signals in this area were all gone.
No mobile signal, no navigation, right?
