The dense fog swallowed up the Liaodong Camp like a living creature.
The excitement that had just ignited from the dispersal of the "Yin Yang Inversion Array" was now completely frozen by this ominous mist.
Even more unsettling was the constant news of soldiers disappearing.
"The statue!"
Li Yan and Wang Daoxuan almost simultaneously muttered under their breath.
Exchanging a glance, they needed no words and dashed toward the tent where the mysterious nameless statue was stored.
Sha Lifei, Kuai Dayou, Wu Ba, Long Yan'er, and Kong Shangzhao followed closely behind.
The ground beneath their feet was slippery and cold, and the only sounds in their ears were their own heavy breaths and the distant, muffled cries and clashing of weapons.
It was the troops in the camp instinctively forming arrays to protect themselves in chaos.
Reaching outside the tent, the sight was disheartening.
