A thick fog suddenly rose from his body, completely shrouding the two of them.
"Not a match, hide."
Wu Xiaode quickly wrote on the commander's hand.
——This was a completely unknown enemy; if it could hear them speak, they would be finished.
In the silent Demon Mist, at least their figures would be obscured!
So for the sake of caution, Wu Xiaode could only use his hands to express his intentions.
The commander, cloaked in the fog, held back and ultimately did not make a move.
Upon calming down and thinking it through, Wu Xiaode's words indeed made sense.
——And it was a matter of life and death.
When the other party appeared, neither she nor Wu Xiaode had any awareness of it.
Facing a professional with over 10 points of Soul Power, to be instantly killed with a single move without any chance to react.
What kind of strength was that?
——Moreover, this was just a tentacle; heaven knows how strong its body was!
But Wu Xiaode's fog…
