In the dense fog, just as Shi Sheng saw, almost everyone had dispersed.
However, mutated beasts frequently appeared, and it seemed that the various factions had been pre-arranged, with old grudges and conflicts all concentrated in one area.
Boom!
A thunderous roar split the sky, turning several mutated beasts into charred chunks of flesh.
But before the thunder could spread, the power of thunder began to retract and finally disappear.
A man swept his gaze around with a solemn expression: "Although it's certain that perception is limited to within a hundred steps in this dense fog, what if there's someone within a hundred steps that I can't detect?"
Looking at the charred chunks of the mutated beasts, he frowned slightly: "It's already the fourth batch, seemingly endless... If this continues to delay, the Immortal Realm may indeed succeed."
The man was Mu Fusheng.
