Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 868 - Holy City Shaken
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 704- We do our own thing
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 755: The Cloud Ancestor
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 176 - One Against Five
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 175 - Spirited Away By A Skill
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 060: Ground Control Palace, Everlasting Nether Capital!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 141: Sealed Artifact
Beside the crackling campfire, Roel’s eyes slowly widened upon hearing the words spoken by Stuart. The roasted fish he was holding in his hand fell to the ground. Selina and Juliana also abruptly fell silent before hurriedly rising to their feet.
“What did you say?”
“Fog? I don’t see anything at all. Stuart, how far away is it?”
Knowing that the term ‘fog’ was a sensitive word, the two women immediately put up their guard.
Fog was one of the many weather phenomena of the Sia Continent, a common manifestation of nature. Yet, from half a year ago, this seemingly ordinary phenomenon slowly became a thing of nightmares when a monster rose from its slumber.
Shrouding Fog was a cataclysmic monster that even the top scholars of the Sia Continent knew close to nothing about, but those born in the sequestered houses of Knight Kingdom Pendor grew up hearing about its horrors. The fear they felt toward it became even more palpable after the disappearance of Tark Stronghold.
Stuart studied the map on the ground to confirm the location of the fog and the direction it was moving toward. Selina warily eyed the surroundings with her tail raised tautly. Juliana quickly gathered all of their supplies in case they needed to make an emergency escape.
In contrast, Roel remained still.
The Crown’s Stones aren’t reacting.
Staring at the wisp of frost aura he had conjured at the tip of his finger, Roel frowned. He knew from his previous encounter with Shrouding Fog that the monsters of the Six Calamities had a resonance that allowed them to sense one another even from a distance away.
However, he wasn’t sensing anything at all.
Putting aside the resonance, the unstable mana pulsation and suffocating pressure that came with the Shrouding Fog’s presence were absent too. The only thing he could feel was an ominous premonition, but rather to say that it was caused by the Six Calamities, it arose from his instincts as a high transcendent.
“Roel, what do we do? Should we retreat?”
“Hey, help me pack up here! We have too many things to carry!”
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