Natural obstacles faced not only newcomers like Chen Shanshan and Yang Rui. In fact, the demon soldiers had also begun to spread out because of the thin mist obstructing their vision.
Deep Abyss demons were inherently distrustful of others, so fleeing immediately to avoid danger, as A Ling had done, was the wisest choice. The soldiers recruited by Shanshan instinctively avoided their teammates. After all, no one could be certain what the figure standing right beside them actually was.
But it would be a stretch to call them flustered. Many places on the outskirts of the Abyss were far more dangerous than this. Anyone who could survive and grow up there had seen all kinds of things.
Most of the warriors appeared quite calm. They silently drew their weapons and focused on guarding themselves. Their breathing and Mental Pressure were well controlled; you could not even see the slightest trace of panic on their faces.
If Chen Shanshan saw how her soldiers were acting, she would certainly feel deeply ashamed, because her current performance was downright terrible!
Trapped in this hazy fog, she could see neither direction nor her surroundings, only the road beneath her feet. She constantly felt as if some unknown thing were watching her from nearby. Horror movies she had seen in the past rapidly replayed in her mind. With a Mental Department Player's incredibly fast processing ability, the tropes from those horror films played through her brain with even greater efficiency. In an instant, every fear response in her body had been pushed to the limit!
From the moment she took the axe from Sen Jin, Shanshan had felt increasingly exhausted. She did not know how long had passed, but she finally could not endure it any longer. She stopped, sat down, and began gasping heavily.