Without any warning, a chilling, pale fog arrived with the wind, filling every part of the space evenly, like countless ghastly hands, indiscriminately enveloping everyone.
A deep voice echoed in everyone's ears, as if thousands of ghosts were rushing through the white fog, whispering to each other.
"Don't stop!"
Canary's shout ended the eerie silence; even with the loss of visual targets, she could still sense Bai Ou's intense Ether reaction through the dense fog, and she believed Bologue could do the same.
The surging steel paused for a moment, then crashed towards the enemies behind the fog at an even faster speed. Bologue clenched his fist, as sinister silhouettes rolled ceaselessly behind the dense fog.
