The white fog instantly engulfed the entire Koh Chang like a tornado and just like the other remains.
Those tour guides and boatmen who had just left Pattaya still had not recovered from the shock. Had the Golden Foundation not chased them away in advance, they could hardly survive in the remains.
Unlike the Heavenly Network, the Practitioners here would never put in much effort to save commoners for selfless reasons.
On the other hand, at the Beimang remains, the Heavenly Network spared no effort in rescuing all ordinary soldiers inside. After all, an inaccurate aim of the bullet would be completely useless against the skeletons.
As the doleful wailing roared past Lu Shu's ears, a blanket of thick fog rolled over him. Before he could realize it, Lu Xiaoyu's hands had already disappeared from his. As expected, the randomization of one's position was certain upon entry into the remains.
