At the same moment, another group of people was cautiously advancing deeper into the mist.
This was a five-person team consisting of a Paladin, two Martial Monks, and two Nuns.
All of them had reached High Tier strength!
However, even with such strength, they couldn't be described as relaxed; instead, they were utterly disheveled.
Their movements were light, but they were fleeing in a panic.
"By my Lord above, how did we end up so unlucky!"
The tall Martial Monk in the team kept grumbling in a low voice as he pushed aside a fallen tree in front of him.
"If we had listened to me and gone back right after killing that bull, we wouldn't have so much trouble now. Zar, don't you agree?"
The slightly shorter Martial Monk beside him, Zar, silently shook his head, indicating that he shouldn't speak further.
The thin Martial Monk, Zar, had two circles of black cloth wrapped around his mouth, sealing it tightly.
Silent Meditation, a form of practice for Martial Monks.
