Outside the city, in the manor.
A thick fog quickly covered the entire estate.
The bright torches, too, slowly extinguished upon touching the fog.
"Why is the fog so thick?"
"What on earth is happening!"
Everyone was in a panicked disarray.
Meanwhile, Demitrija took advantage of the fog, leading a small group quickly into the manor.
They clashed with the members of the mercenary group.
The mercenaries were few in number to begin with, faceless, bait to lure Fang Hao.
In just a few minutes, the guards outside the building were wiped out by Demitrija's men.
The surroundings were finally cleared.
Demitrija directly pushed the door to the residence open.
Swoosh!
The moment the door opened, an arrow immediately followed, shooting out.
Demitrija tilted his head slightly, avoiding the arrow with ease.
Inside the room, there were six mercenaries left.
They were huddled together, forming the final defense formation.
