Varesh stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.
The moment his black flying sword appeared beneath his feet, he shot forward.
Whoosh!
His figure disappeared into the expanding white-gray fog.
He did not slow down.
He did not even bother looking back to check whether Saelyr, Neshara, and Droven were following him.
To Varesh, hesitation was simply another form of weakness.
The fog rolled around him like an endless sea. His powerful Spirit Sense spread outward, probing the surroundings as his Sword Intent remained wrapped around his body.
"Come out."
His voice echoed through the mist.
"Whoever controls this formation, show yourself."
No answer came.
Instead—
Rustle...
Varesh's brows twitched.
Something was moving beneath his feet.
The ground several dozen meters away suddenly cracked open.
Then another section.
And another.
Countless thick vines emerged from the earth and shot upwards.
