Corpses carpeted the ground, and cries of grief echoed everywhere. Inside the Dragon Wing Legion's camp, blood flowed into rivers, pooling on the ground into a blood crust half a foot thick.
Kalong stood amid a pool of blood, glaring viciously at the archers standing in neat formations several hundred meters away. Those bastards were the ones who had inflicted such terrible losses upon his Dragon Wing Legion.
But it was not only the archers.
At the reminders of several accompanying mages, Kalong looked down at his feet. A layer of white mist, thick as milk, swirled through the camp to a depth of three feet. It had no effect on experts like Kalong, but warriors below the mid-Earth rank found every step difficult as they ran, and their dodging speed had slowed considerably.
It was precisely because of this mist that his soldiers had struggled to move, suffering such massive casualties.
"Lord Governor, the enemy has extremely powerful mages!" one accompanying mage said in a low voice. "Many soldiers have even fallen under Sleep spells. They were killed in their sleep, without having the chance to make the slightest response."
Another accompanying mage gave a bitter smile. "Mages far more powerful than us. We cannot sense their presence at all, yet the warriors have already been controlled by their magic. We... we do not even know how to break their spells."
The white mist drifted around them. It was clearly nothing more than the most ordinary Fog spell, yet why did an ordinary Fog spell have the effect of freezing people's bodies and preventing them from moving freely? Even the Dragon Wing Legion's most powerful accompanying mage, a lightning mage with one foot already over the threshold of the Saint realm, could not figure it out.
Kalong was so