The elder of the Night Clan rushed to the South District.
At that moment, only four words were on his mind.
We're doomed.
The man in charge, who was following behind, was even more anxious.
If something unexpected happens in the South District, he will be in deep trouble.
Upon arriving in the South District, the Night Clan elder discovered that the entire South District was shrouded in a white mist.
The fog was perfectly timed, covering only the South District, leaving the buildings just across the street unaffected.
The elder of the Night Clan closed his eyes and listened carefully. "There's no sound of fighting."
The person in charge beamed with joy. "The troublemakers have been dealt with by the guards!"
The old man opened his eyes. "There's another possibility: the entire guard force has been wiped out."
The person in charge said incredulously, "With such a heavily guarded area in the South District, it shouldn't be...?"
The elder of the Night Clan interrupted him, "Those who dare to trespass here are no ordinary people."
The person in charge kept praying in his heart that nothing would go wrong.
What happened?
The Second Sister descended from the sky and landed near the two of them.
She looked at the elder of the Night Clan, her expression cold and stern. "Shouldn't you be guarding the arena? What are you doing here?"
She glanced at the person in charge and immediately understood what had happened.
"If the Heaven Gate is damaged, you two can choose a more auspicious location for yourselves."
The person in charge was quite embarrassed. "That's something left over from ancient times, it shouldn't be so easily destroyed, right?"
The dazzling tricolor light had pierced through the Fog of War, illuminating most of the night sky.
The elder of the Night Clan said in a deep voice, "I will go in and investigate. You all wait here and intercept anyone who tries to escape."
Having said that, the old man plunged headlong into the mist.
The person in charge gritted his teeth and followed.
"Wait for me, senior!"
The Second Sister crossed her arms and frowned as she gazed at the white mist so close to her.
"You bastard, you're trying to play this 'come back and forth' game with me, aren't you?"
Soon, the nearby guards arrived at the scene.
Birdman and Tin Man had other responsibilities to attend to tonight and didn't come to the scene, which relieved Second Sister.
The Second Sister said to the reinforcements, "The situation inside is still unclear. The Night Clan elder has already gone in and told us to stay outside and observe the situation while waiting for his signal."
"Yes!"
The reinforcements did not advance, but instead stood in a straight line at the entrance.
The Second Sister murmured to herself, "This is all I can do to help you."
On the other side, after the Night Clan elder entered the mist, he quickly became separated from the person in charge.
"A realm capable of deceiving the five senses."
The sheer size of the area covered, and the ability to influence a Peak of Level Nine artist like him, speaks volumes about the power of the mastermind behind it all.
The old man held his breath and calmed himself; the negative effects of the Fog of War on him quickly became negligible.
After determining the location of the Northern Heaven Gate, he immediately accelerated.
As he went deeper, he saw guards lying haphazardly on the ground.
These people had no battle wounds, but were covered in blisters, coughing, and had high fevers, as if... they were sick.
It's utterly unbelievable that Advanced Martial Artist could fall ill.
But the facts were right before his eyes, and the old man had no choice but to believe them.
Serious illness rendered the guards incapable of fighting, leaving them lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.
A guard was lying on the ground, clutching his neck with both hands, looking like he was having difficulty breathing.
"Poison... it's poisonous..."
Upon seeing the old man, the guard quickly spoke up to remind him.
Is the fog poisonous?
The old man sneered, "Just a despicable tactic."
He had no time to worry about the soldiers on the ground; he rushed to the Southern Heaven Gate to check the situation.
This road is blocked.
The Beast Transformation Brother Devour emerged from the mist, like a thick, solid wall, blocking the old man's path.
The old man from the Night Clan was taken aback.
It is a strange beast, but not entirely a strange beast.
He had never seen anything like it before.
The old man's mind conjured up the image of the bald eagle that spoke fluent and authentic Spirit Language.
"You're all in cahoots."
The Night Clan elder's blood surged, and he charged at Brother Devour with all his might.
In his perception, Brother Devour's blood level was only 9.5.
But he is a genuine Peak of Level Nine, so his advantage lies with him.
However, the old man who had just fought with Brother Devour noticed something was wrong.
Isn't this physical strength a bit off?
Seeing the old Brother Devour him so readily, Devourer couldn't help but smile broadly; this was something he excelled at.
The lightning-fast punches rained down on the old man, who immediately tried to create distance after sensing something was wrong.
But Brother Devour didn't give him that chance.
Since we're already here...
The Brother Devour sacrificed countless arms to pull the old man, keeping him constantly around him.
Just then, three more Level Nine Martial Artist appeared from behind the mist.
They had only just arrived, having been affected by the Fog of War and the Plague Pollen.
Seeing this, the old man shouted, "Someone come and help me! The rest of you go and check on the Heaven Gate!"
The three Level Nine Martial Artist split into two groups.
One of them went to support the elder of the Night Clan, aiming for a swift victory.
The other two headed straight for the formation on the ground at the Heaven Gate.
"Shatter the darkness with thunder!"
Golden lightning bolts exploded above the heads of the two Level Nine Martial Artist.
Dense electric currents, like serpents, crisscrossed their bodies, inflicting a paralyzing effect.
The Dharma King, in the form of a mythical beast, descended from the sky, blooming amidst thunder.
Bolts of lightning rained down on the two men, who dodged them as they charged toward the Heaven Gate.
The Northern Heaven Gate was the top priority, and neither of them wanted to prolong the fight.
However, whether or not they fight is not a decision they can make.
The Mist Lord suddenly appeared from the mist behind the two, his two Mist Blade piercing their waists.
"Holy shit!"
The two cried out in alarm, and even while enduring the lightning bolt, they joined forces to attack the Kidney Carver behind them.
Snap--
Upon Mist Lord immediately transformed into a cloud of white mist and dissipated, merging into his domain.
At the same time, the Dharma King's Lightning Domain had already been set up.
The lightning flashed intermittently, crisscrossing the sky, and no one knew where the next bolt would appear.
The two Level Nine Martial Artist exchanged a glance and decided to take out the Dharma King first.
The Dharma King stood above the Northern Heaven Gate; no one could enter without eliminating them, not to mention the elusive Kidney Carver nearby.
The Dharma King's lips curled up. He wasn't afraid that the other party wouldn't come; he was afraid that they would be focused on rushing down to the Northern Heaven Gate.
It will be very difficult to keep two Level Nine players around.
"Good timing!"
Dharma King a loud shout, the Lightning Domain was instantly illuminated by countless shimmering lightning bolts.
The Mist Lord was elusive, frequently reaching for his waist, leaving the two Level Nine Martial Artist physically and mentally exhausted.
The Night Clan elder, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Brother Devour, frowned upon witnessing this scene.
He was very curious about where this group of people came from. They were neither human nor beast, yet they possessed combat power far exceeding that of others of the same level.
Fortunately, there weren't many of them.
As long as he joins forces with the Level Nine beginner martial artist who comes to his aid to deal with Brother Devour, the situation will immediately improve.
"Road ahead is closed."
The Clown, wielding a blood-red scythe, intercepted the Level Nine initial martial artist who was supporting the Night Clan elder.