"How can this be?" Old Xu stared at the mirage mist rising from the earth fissure and muttered, "The fissure is dangerous, but the mirage mist is safe? Why is it so contradictory?"
The scene before him seemed difficult for Old Xu to comprehend.
Disregarding his own safety, he rushed to the edge of the fissure and reached out to grasp the damp mist.
"Safe?" he asked, his face a mask of disbelief.
Old Xu's gaze darted back and forth between the fissure and the mist.
The rising white mist grew denser and denser, enveloping Old Xu in the morning sunlight.
Moreover, the white mist began to spread, creeping rapidly along the ground.
Seeing he was about to be swallowed by the mist, Old Xu quickly fled, returning to stand with Li Luo and the others.
"Underneath that fissure, it's all Shell People shells! I saw them!" The moment he got back, Old Xu revealed something that left everyone utterly stunned.
