Multiple blurs shot through the mountain forests of the gray fog region of the Abyssal Mountain.
“Halt.” Linley growled.
Linley’s squad of five realized that no one had been able to catch up to them. “Those Highgods trapped in illusions…why are they chasing after us like madmen?” Bebe said, rather discontented. That effeminate man snickered, “They ARE madmen!”
“They are trapped in illusions!” The violet-haired youth, Bloan, barked rather angrily.
“I called them madmen, not you. Why are you so upset?” The effeminate man said with some surprise.
The violet-haired youth just gave a cold snort.
“Stop arguing.” Linley stared at the surroundings, then said in a low voice, “Regardless of whether they are madmen or just trapped in illusions, their souls are already abnormal thanks to the influence of this gray fog region. I didn’t expect that as soon as a battle started, they would be drawn here. It seems…we have to move faster and quickly leave this gray fog region.”
