However, looking farther out, it's still a chaos of interwoven gray and white.
Compared to the outside world, the view remains severely restricted.
This shows the unusual nature of the mist.
Fang Cheng resumed his pace, his gaze sweeping across the two companions beside him.
Hou Peng seemed to be hiding some kind of trump card as well.
He narrowed his eyes halfway, his wind-catching ears twitching constantly.
Relying solely on the subtle echo of sound waves and the sense of airflow, he walked as if on flat ground through the pothole-ridden forest.
The only one suffering was Ma Donghe.
This man, as robust as a bear, was now a complete "blind bear."
He was randomly swinging a flashlight, its beam drawing erratic circles in the air, while his other hand clung tightly to the sleeve of Fang Cheng's training suit, taking small and hurried steps.
"Ah Cheng, slower, slower. Is there a pit ahead? My shoes are slipping..."
