Lu Yuanming looked at the mist ahead, feeling a chill at the bottom of his heart.
Because when he arrived here, he could clearly see that the mist was full of spreading black threads, endlessly writhing and boiling, burying deep into the ground, extending towards the sky.
The land of mist in front of him had already become this bizarre and alien territory!
Now Gracie was leading the army to step into it, and at the same time, apart from Gracie, there were four other priests within the regular ranks whose presence Lu Yuanming could discern, though the vision these four priests cast was somewhat unclear, as if through a filter, not distinct, and the power available to them was very limited, totaling less than one-tenth of Gracie's.
Even so, these four priests were still ecstatic.
