Yan Feng took a few steps back hastily before regaining his footing.
He had narrowly avoided the fog, but the others were not so lucky. The fog hit three of them, and they fell to the ground, wailing.
"Second Hall Master, shall we retreat?"
A few others helped the three injured people up and spoke to Yan Feng.
"Only if we can!"
Yan Feng gritted his teeth. Was the Malevolent Fog Lion an ordinary foe?
It obviously viewed them as food. One of them would have to die in today's battle.
"Listen to my orders. Gather everyone and focus on fighting the Malevolent Fog Lion."
If they gathered all their demonic energy to fight the Malevolent Fog Lion, they might have a chance at survival.
Otherwise, their corpses would become the Malevolent Fog Lion's snacks.
