On the battlefield, Xuanyuan was almost dumbstruck. He could hardly help it: he had already been utterly disoriented in the fog, and with the sudden attacks and the blurred visibility all around him, he had failed to recognize the Nether Race before him.
Only after being surrounded by skeletons several times did he finally understand what these creatures were.
"The Nether Race excels at manipulating souls and corpses."
"That makes things easier."
He took out a suit of Battle Armor and put it on.
This suit was called the Necromantic Battle Armor, and he had prepared it specifically for his warriors.
The Necromantic Battle Armor could disguise its wearer as an undead creature. They would never recognize him.
He quickly suppressed his aura and hid among the skeletons before slipping into the fog.
The surrounding Nether Race warriors cried out, "Impossible!"
That human had actually vanished from the Nether Race warriors' senses.
The Nether Race sensed their enemies through the flames of life. With his flame of life concealed and the special armor on him, the vast majority of Nether Race warriors could not detect the human standing among them.
Hidden among the Nether Race, Xuanyuan waited like a venomous snake for his chance to strike.
Within the human tribe, Fuxi gazed solemnly at the dense fog outside. "This strange fog is actually devouring spiritual power. We must find a way to disperse it, or sooner or later, all the spiritual power around here will be drained away too. If that happens, the great formation will stop functioning, and we will lose its protection."
"Can any of you disperse this fog?"
Everyone was at a loss. The main vanguard force was outside, its fate unknown.
Those inside would quickly have their spiritual energy drained as soon as they approached the