The vehicle door opened, and each person stepped out carrying an oil lamp-shaped Lamp of Will from inside the vehicle.
The grey fog seemed to recede slightly due to the lamplight, leaving some space and significantly reducing the concentration nearby—at least enough to see the entire convoy.
The size and number of the convoy clearly reflected a great deal of experience; nothing was above standard.
Although Tao Yu himself possessed Mental Immunity, immune to both pollution and mental attacks, the oppressive aura brought forth by the pure grey fog still gave him a sense of suppression.
"This is the world's affliction; the grey fog represents Abyssal power and is also a wound of the world. We, the creatures born in this world, all feel the sorrow," Sun Shiqing seemed to notice Tao Yu's expression, pinching his hand to signal him to relax.
At that moment, Sun Guangyao's gaze was fixed on the grey fog, and he chuckled lightly,
"Come out, let's see which old friends are here."
