The headlights of a Level 1 War Chariot could pierce the Gray Fog for thirty meters. That wasn't very far, but it was decent enough.
However, they could only illuminate the fog; they couldn't disperse it.
Just as Colin was about to return to the territory with nine War Chariots, a faint light suddenly appeared in the Gray Fog ahead, caught in the crimson beams of the headlights.
Five thin figures stood in the light.
Facing the War Chariots, which glowed red and looked like colossal beasts, the four frail figures couldn't help trembling.
Even so, the four figures beneath the Hurricane Lamp remained exceptionally resolute, standing in front of the territory.
The one at their head was Number One, captain of the first Independent Squad under Colin. Before Colin had set out, he had entrusted Number One with an exploration mission.
At that moment, Number One squinted to block some of the headlights and looked ahead. He silently raised his Wheel and didn't budge an inch!
The territory was right behind them!
They had nowhere left to retreat!
Even if this was nothing more than an egg smashing against a rock.
But just then, the nine War Chariots slowly came to a halt about ten meters away from them.
Number One was confused, but didn't dare lower his guard. He clutched the Wheel tightly and entered Rage State, making it glow faintly in his hands.
In the few short hours since he'd gotten it, he had already figured out how to use the Wheel. It was a little trick.
All he had to do was imagine his brother Number Two getting beaten up, and he'd feel a little angry.
Besides that, he had another way to make himself instantly furious, but he didn't use it often.
Just then—
With