The black fog slowly dispersed.
It revealed people sprawled every which way across the ground.
Looking at his subordinates and temporary allies, all wiped out around him.
Even though Yamol had already confirmed that Dunn was far stronger than he was, he still found it somewhat hard to believe.
As far as the eye could see, the only ones still standing around Yamol were Yamol himself and his mount.
Everyone else had fallen to the ground.
Apart from Yamol's subordinates, most of the people from the other factions were Classholders of the third tier or above.
The fourth-tier Classholders among them numbered in the double digits.
Yet they had all been wiped out in the brief time the black fog had shrouded them!
Even more terrifyingly, within the black fog, Yamol had not even known how they were defeated.
The closest one had been only a few steps away from Yamol.
More importantly, although the black fog had obscured his senses, Yamol could still roughly tell that only a few minutes had passed.
In just a few minutes, over a hundred High-Tier Classholders had been wiped out without a sound.
Was that really something anyone below Legendary could do?
Yamol looked at Dunn and the others across from him.
First of all, it definitely could not have been a Knight Order charge.
Even with that strange black fog blocking his senses, there was no way he could have failed to notice the commotion of a Knight Order charging.
Most importantly, given Yamol's position, he could not possibly have avoided encountering them if it had been a Knight Order charge.
But now, Yamol had not caught so much as a glimpse of the enemy attacking.
Why had the enemy not attacked him?
Doubt suddenly welled up in Yamol's heart.
He watched