Every master had their own artifacts. These artifacts carried spiritual energy and could deal with demons. They felt that this fog was definitely empowered by a demon, so they took out all their artifacts. They brandished their artifacts while chanting a spell.
However, after throwing their artifacts into the fog, other than the first few collisions, there was no response. This made them pale in fright.
"Oh no, our artifacts have been swallowed by the fog!"
"The demonic aura in here is too strong. Everyone, quickly get closer and think of a way to retrieve the artifacts."
A master shouted and subconsciously grabbed the other master beside him. However, the moment he grabbed him, he realized that something was wrong.
The thing he grabbed was especially sticky. Not only was it sticky, it was as if something was crawling up his wrist straight into his sleeve. It was ice-cold and smooth, bringing with it a numbing coldness.
