As golden lines spread out, the mist was brutally sliced into pieces. Raging currents stretched into the distance, shredding every obstacle in their path.
The ground was crisscrossed with ravines, while the sky was filled with an interwoven net of light.
More than a hundred four-winged wyverns froze in midair, only to be sliced into chunks of varying sizes in the blink of an eye. After falling to the ground, they mixed with the mantis monsters' corpses, forming a thick layer.
For a moment, the stench of blood was overwhelming.
The Faceless Man said nothing, mechanically swinging his fists. Golden light burst forth in every direction, tearing apart everything ahead.
Strangely, vast numbers of monsters shattered on contact beneath the Lightning Speed Fist, yet the dense mist remained impossible to disperse. Even when continuously crushed by the pressure of the punches, it remained just as dense as before.
Russell felt that this mist was the air of the dimension where the monsters lived, fundamentally different from the fog formed on Earth by humidification and cooling.
The second wave of attacks passed, and the third immediately followed, giving them no time to catch their breath.
Dense fog billowed, and within it, a huge body could vaguely be seen slowly approaching like a mirage. Its exact appearance was impossible to make out; only a blurry outline was visible.
It was a colossal six-legged beast. Its back, facing the sky, was covered in tentacles, while its chest and abdomen bore two rows of hooked, insect-like limbs. It was impossible to tell whether it was a sea creature or a land creature.
"Roar, roar, roar—"
The roars shook the rolling mist, while dense rustling friction sounds rose again. It was just like a boss making an entrance, surrounded by hordes of underlings on both