The water mist grew thicker and thicker. Although the rain was gradually weakening, the fog had become as dense as layers of gauze piled atop one another, squeezing visibility down to almost nothing.
But...
The benefits of strict military discipline and orderly ranks became apparent at this moment.
Even when visibility was so poor that they could barely see their own hands before their faces, the entire army still did not mutiny or scatter.
The squad Chun Cang led soon found the rear of the formation and joined the ranks nearby.
Even so, Chun Cang remained somewhat worried.
The other side had released such a vast amount of "water mist." They definitely had no intention of merely creating some fog.
Whoever had made this water mist definitely had another plan in mind!
But what was that plan...
For the time being, Chun Cang had no idea.
It was clearly his army that had launched a surprise attack on Sanqiu. How had they ended up walking into an ambush like this?
Even Sanqiu Country's powerful shamans, no matter how carefully they calculated, should not have been able to predict this step.
Could it be... that someone had leaked the news?
That was even more impossible. Everyone involved in planning this operation was absolutely reliable. Not only were they trustworthy themselves, they had even sworn the "Witchcraft Curse" to ensure that no secrets would be leaked. As for the soldiers, they had not actually known they were headed straight into Sanqiu's heartland until they arrived here.
Where exactly had things gone wrong?
Could they really have happened to pass by some shaman who had mastered the powerful "Heaven and Earth Communication Witchcraft," someone who could pray for rain and control water on a large scale to create water mist, and who had