As the two-meter-long warhammer swung, a spray of mist slowly dispersed from the end of the hammerhead.
This was originally a passive skill of the warhammer, but Zheng Yan Ying pressed a button to actively spray the Holy Spring Water from the backpack box.
The mist drifted onto the heads of the five people behind, forming a layer of fine water droplets on the surface of their sealed battle armor.
Like a protective shield, it effectively isolated the sudden intensifying psychic contamination here.
As the chaotic, shrill noises buzzing in their minds disappeared, everyone gradually regained their composure and relaxed a bit.
Zheng Yan Ying then spoke in a deep voice:
"I didn't expect to find traces of a Tier Three King here."
Lin Feng furrowed his brow slightly. The whispers and murmurs that had suddenly amplified in his mind were still tolerable, not to the extent of being unbearable like it was for others who painfully clutched their Level 3 helmets.
