"Brother Yang, there seems to be another fog in front of us. Everyone should be on guard and be careful. Go through the woods and let's have a rest." Xiao Yang is right behind Yang Tiangang Road.

"OK." Yang Tiangang nodded and ordered others. After

, they went on and walked into the mist with their heads held high.

However, when Xiao Yang stepped into the mist, he soon realized that something was wrong. Slowly he felt that his eyelids were heavy.

Moreover, as he moved forward, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his consciousness seemed somewhat blurred.

And just after the crowd came into the fog, people fell...