The battle raged on. Su Miu stood atop the head of a three-hundred-meter flame dragon as Jia Lin breathed World-Destroying Dragon Flame, slaughtering vast swathes of undead.
Just then, fog suddenly began to rise around them, spreading across the entire battlefield before anyone noticed.
Jia Lin's World-Destroying Dragon Flame burned through the fog with some effect, but seemingly not much. There was simply too much of it, engulfing the entire hundred-thousand-meter battlefield.
"Fog?"
Su Miu immediately frowned, his brows knitting tightly as he surveyed the surrounding fog. He could no longer see the Ancient Capital, and his visibility was limited to about twenty meters.
Even when he extended his Spiritual Power into the fog, he could probe less than a thousand meters. He immediately went on guard.
Elsewhere, the Super Level mages' expressions changed drastically as they watched the fog envelop the battlefield.
"It's the Ghost Mist Commander, ranked second only to the Corpse of the Mountain Peak among the Eight Directions Undead Lords!"
"Will that kid be all right?"
Worry rose in everyone's hearts. They hadn't expected another powerful member of the Eight Directions Undead Lords to appear.
On the battlefield, Su Miu was lost in a world of fog, his senses completely obscured. He had lost contact with Di Tian and the Totem Black Snake, though his other Summoned Companions were fine; he could still communicate with them through their contracts.
Soon, a tremor shook his mind. Su Miu clutched his head as a stabbing pain shot through it. He felt as though the fog was devouring his Spiritual Power.
"Jia Lin! Disperse all this fog!"
At his command, crimson-gold light instantly erupted from Jia Lin's body. The surrounding temperature soared, evaporating and dispersing all the fog nearby. But the fog covered far too vast an area, and