With the strength of Spirit General Realm experts, Liao Jun and the others could make out a raised platform far in the distance. After all, it was large enough to accommodate over two thousand people, making it quite conspicuous.
With something so conspicuous standing amid that vast expanse of mist, they could naturally see it clearly. "Hmph, those bastards must have built it. Once we get out, we definitely won't let you off easy." Anger churned in Liao Jun's heart.
Hadn't those bastards built that platform just to watch the show? Even if they couldn't see anything through the mist, they could still hear something. They were too far away for Liao Jun to do anything to Huo Hai and the others. He could only watch helplessly as they mocked his forces from above. Words couldn't describe how frustrating that felt.
"Does anyone have a solution? If you do, spit it out. If we waste too much time, none of us will have anything good waiting for us." Even Spirit General Realm experts couldn't stand against the Demon Spirit Masters as a whole.
After a long while, one of the officers spoke. "How about having the Demonfolk hold a rope and walk forward one after another? That should keep them from getting lost, shouldn't it?" Everyone considered it. There seemed to be some sense in the idea.
"Good, we'll do that. Find some Demonfolk, and we'll try it first. If it doesn't work, we'll think of something else." At Liao Jun's command, the few Demon Spirit Masters present began making rope. This stretch of mist covered no small area. If the rope was too short, it wouldn't reach far enough. They worked quickly, soon producing a very long rope.
"Legion commander, look! They're going in!" a soldier called out from