Just as Li began to feel uneasy, the white mist actually took on physical form. That was right—if it could still have been understood as mere fog before, then now it had begun to condense.
Countless flying creatures resembling sprites swooped straight at the adventurers.
White Turtledove and his group bore the brunt of the attack. Without the slightest hesitation, White Turtledove led his companions forward to block them. Undoubtedly, his strength ranked among the very best of everyone present. Under his lead, the first few mist-formed sprites were directly cut to pieces.
Yet after the mist sprites in front had been shattered, those behind them surged forward without hesitation. Li furrowed his brow tightly, because the mist sprites that had been cut apart were rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
An illusion? Li felt even more frustrated with this body. August's body simply could not use the Rinnegan. If he could use the Rinnegan—or even the Sharingan—then why would he fear some so-called illusion?
Still, even if those mist sprites could repair themselves, these adventurers were all quite capable. Before the sprites could get close, they were cut to pieces.
But very quickly, the white mist around them grew denser and denser. The mist sprites, which had originally appeared only in distant places, now began forming directly around the group. In places where people stood farther apart, these white mist sprites would suddenly take shape between them.
Then a piercing cry rang out. Li looked up. Even though he could not use the Sharingan now, his eyesight alone was still among the best here.
Within the white mist overhead, the sky had somehow become filled with white. Tens of thousands of tiny white bats and unknown birds came shrieking through the air. Together with the