He squatted down, fingers caressing the ground, trying to find even the slightest hint of a trace, but his brow gradually furrowed.
"What's going on? Are the markings disappearing again?"
Big Hammer couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, breaking the team's brief silence.
Fang Cheng stood up, his face grim as he looked around.
The fog grew thicker, as if alive, wrapping around them in layers.
The visible range was becoming smaller, to the point where even each other's faces were blurring.
Everyone seemed to be standing in an ethereal void, unable to see their own outstretched fingers.
Fang Cheng activated "Eagle Eye Vision," trying to let his gaze penetrate the fog and observe the distant scenery as much as possible.
Yet there was still no sign of the markings.
"I have a feeling the terrain of the entire Mist Mountain seems to be changing constantly."
Fang Cheng spoke, his gaze deep and voice low:
"So wherever we go, we can't find the real way out, unless..."
