The instant he withdrew the Plain of Extremes, Brando frowned.
He had expected to see a battlefield in complete disarray. Or, at the very least, a scene in which Huang Huo, Magdal, and the others had still failed to defeat the Void Predators, though they should at least have gained the upper hand.
Yet the first thing he saw was an endless, thin layer of mist. It spread over the distant and nearby wilderness and hills, looking strangely out of place in this pitch-black world crisscrossed by Law Lines.
However, it was different from the surging Chaos Mist they had seen on the Sea of Magic. The latter had been vast and imposing, seemingly the power of an entire world, while the mist here was strange and quiet, as though some unknown creature lurked within it.
The fog shrouded the area ahead, as thin as a shroud floating on the surface of water. When Brando turned his gaze toward it, he immediately felt slightly dizzy, and the system issued a warning at just the right moment.
His willpower far surpassed that of ordinary people, yet it was still affected by the mist. This showed just how formidable it was.
Brando immediately recognized it as Mind Mist, a rare ability of demons.
A bad premonition arose in his heart. Mind Mist was actually a variation of Dark Magic, and most high-level demons possessed this power. However, they rarely used it. First, because there was no need; second, because creating mist on such a large scale required the method of living sacrifice.
Could Akentu have brought the Goathead Cultists here as well?
He instinctively raised his head to look at Floro and the others opposite him, only to find solemn expressions on the faces of those dragons as well.
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