The mist descended, enveloping the whole town.
Qin Tian had just finished cultivating the "Frost Meditation Technique" and was about to take a short nap when he suddenly saw the white fog emerging from the window.
"The mist is here."
Qin Tian's eyes suddenly sharpened. After waiting quietly for a moment, he opened the window and leaped down.
The military camp was deathly silent, without a single sound. The fog was thick, carrying a slightly damp breath. With the darkness and mist combined, visibility was less than three meters.
"Something's not right!"
Qin Tian's gaze was solemn. During the recent conference, he had emphasized that once the mist descended, the alarm must be sounded immediately, and everyone must enter an emergency combat-ready state.
But now, almost ten minutes had passed, and the camp was still eerily silent.
