Fear spread through the ranks, and many were paralyzed by it as dread corroded their bodies.
Seeing this, Mao Ye immediately directed the soldiers, urging the group to keep moving forward!
There was a little over a kilometer left; just a bit more speed and they'd reach the safety of the shelter!
And fear itself bred vitality within the group; the completely exhausted crowd mustered all of their strength and broke into a sprint.
To prevent a stampede, a dozen soldiers ran back and forth.
However, two minutes later, the group was still enveloped in mist.
It seemed like ordinary fog when it swallowed them, and they felt no difference.
But the ensuing wave of terror left people frozen like cicadas in winter.
Ultimately... ultimately, they were consumed by the Disaster Fog.
As the fog thickened around them, visibility dropped.
The team's progress slowed as a result.
All soldiers aimed their weapons into the fog, fearing that an enemy might suddenly emerge.
