When that chilling yet mysterious scene came into view, not a single person showed the slightest fear.
It was an area shrouded in an eerie gray fog, the hazy mist drifting like a ghost, seemingly concealing countless unknown dangers. Yet, the eyes of these brave and fearless people held only determination and courage.
Without the slightest hesitation, the group strode forward and resolutely entered the mysterious gray mist.
The moment they stepped into the gray fog, everything around them became hazy and blurry. Strangely, they did not feel any physical discomfort, as if the gray fog was nothing more than a dream.
However, the calm did not last long.
Immediately afterwards, a horde of grotesque, slow-moving, yet bloodthirsty zombies surged forth like a tidal wave.
These zombies reeked of decay; their eyes were empty and lifeless, yet they radiated an endless madness.
It turns out that wherever this gray fog passes, zombies will gather from all directions, as if the gray fog is their breeding ground or a horn summoning them.
"This gray fog really has no effect on us! Everyone, hurry up and kill it!" a young, spirited disciple shouted excitedly.
His voice was filled with a thirst for battle and confidence in victory.
As he spoke, the longsword in his hand, gleaming with a cold light, flew out like a nimble Wandering Dragon, drawing sharp arcs in the air and unleashing a frenzied slaughter.
With each swing of the sword, a zombie fell. The longsword weaved through the horde of zombies like Wandering Dragon in motion, leaving them scattered and blood splattering everywhere it touched.
Instantly, the Human Race disciples were greatly encouraged, and they charged out like tigers descending a mountain, engaging in fierce combat with the zombies.
Their figures appeared and disappeared in the gray mist, and shouts of battle and the clash of swords intertwined to create a breathtaking battle scene.
At the same time, the Third Elder and the others did not mingle with the ordinary disciples, but instead entered the area belonging to the Half-Step Dharma Realm.
Here, the gray fog was even thicker, as if it contained endless mysterious power.
As soon as they entered, a gigantic dragon head slammed down like lightning, emanating a terrifying aura that seemed poised to devour everything.
"Damn, this gray mist is so strong! This is Half-Step Dharma Realm! They actually assimilated it." The Third Elder was shocked. He never expected that this seemingly ordinary gray mist would have such powerful strength, even affecting Half-Step Dharma Realm cultivator.
At the same time, countless powerful beings among Myriad Races opened their eyes.
Their gazes were sharp, piercing through layers of space to reach the mysterious gray mist.
"What's going on? The Human Race disciples have actually entered the gray fog. What are they trying to do?" Someone's voice broke the silence.
In an instant, everyone's eyes were drawn to the gray fog, as if trying to discern something from the hazy mist.
However, the moment their soul power came into contact with the gray mist, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, mercilessly swallowed up.
"How is this possible? This gray mist can actually devour soul power. Why would Human Race dare to enter it?"
Who knows?
"Perhaps this gray fog was created by the Human Race to harvest our Myriad Races." Some powerful beings communicated among themselves, all eager to know the answer.
However, no one told them anything, as if the gray fog was a huge mystery that had trapped everyone inside.
Meanwhile, within that mysterious gray mist, the Third Elder transformed into Black Hole, emanating a terrifying suction force, and engaged in a fierce battle with the giant skeletal dragon.
Unfortunately, he was attacked by this corpse dragon as soon as he entered the area; he was incredibly unlucky.
"Damn it, this corpse dragon has actually reached the Half-Step Dharma Realm. This gray mist must have an unusual origin?" The Third Elder thought to himself, his eyes revealing deep worry.