Five hundred miles east from Lan's party,
A group of black-clad people stopped a hundred meters away from the emerald mist.
Marc deeply looked at the mist with keen interest and said, "Even I'm feeling a little apprehensive just by standing here."
This was Marc's first time in this barren place and truth to be told, he only thought of this place as a countryside village. He wasn't even afraid of those powerful people.
When Marc heard about the stories related to this mysterious forest, he never believed them until now. He could feel this mist can gravely harm him, only if the density were far more potent than the mist ahead of him.
"Did that slave contact you? What's the situation with Pill Flame and Beast Calling group?" Marc asked the Black Reaper standing behind him.
