Elegy of Feng Ling Dynasty

As the thick fog around them gradually rose, Chu Bai's brows furrowed together.

On the contrary, Follow the Strong was still calm and collected. She stood there in a white robe and looked very eye-catching.

"Do you have any strategies now that the fog is here?" 

Chu Bai would not believe that she would have anticipated this. 

"Before we encountered Feng Ling Dynasty, I had already simulated the possibility of fighting them in all kinds of terrains. Our chances of winning are the highest only with the foggy terrain."

As Follow the Strong finished speaking, she raised a hand and pointed in the two o'clock direction.

"Guild Leader, take the lead and shoot at two o'clock."

Chu Bai took out his bow and arrow to shoot.

In an instant, tens of thousands of arrows flew over as if they were free.

In the distance, screams could be heard from the thick fog.