After doing this for an entire day, he stopped, looked at the thick and densely packed monsters that seemed to not show any decrease at all, shook his head, and then left.
All this was watched and recorded by many masters that William didn't know of their existence. No one knew why these monsters didn't dare to step forward, and yet they all acknowledged and appreciated what William did.
The latter walked towards the fog zone. The closer he got, the more he felt how familiar it was. The shape of fog, its distribution and thickness, all were like the fog that bellowed from the holes back at that underground space at the Novistic capital.
Yet this fog seemed a bit thinner. "I believe it's because this is the outer zone," William muttered to himself, before standing in front of the swamp area.
