It was very quiet in the mist.
There were no howls or movements from monsters, and no gurgling sound of water.
The mist ahead, "cut open" by Blue Sparrow's aura, slid into an elegant arc as it passed the three-man battle formation, then slowly closed behind them like a wide curtain being drawn shut. Seen from above, it looked as if a shuttle-shaped air bubble were passing through the fog.
Xiao Xiao held the Compass.
He directed the hunting team to inch toward the direction of the sand dune. The farther in they went, the denser the silvery white mist became—or rather, the closer they got to the place where the meteorite had fallen, the denser the mist became. The way the fog flowed was also a little unnatural, as though affected by some external force, forming tiny whirlpools one after another.
"We're about to enter the lake."
Soon, Blue Sparrow's voice sounded from ahead.
"That simple?"
There was a trace of surprise in Zhang Jixin's voice. He could not help reaching a hand out of the formation and fiddling with the whirlpool nearest him as he muttered, "I thought this fog would at least try to put us in our place... like throwing up some kind of illusion maze, or sending a few monsters with a death wish charging at us..."
That whirlpool seemed to possess life.
Just as the red-faced wizard's finger was about to touch it, it suddenly collapsed, then re-formed not far away. The mist around the whirlpool's edge was like a fish's feelers, slowly swaying in the fog, giving off a wary feeling.
"It's not simple at all."
Xiao Xiao did not even lift his head. He kept staring at the Compass and answered in a rather immodest muffled voice, "It's only because you're following