Chapter 228, City Lord's Wife_1

Suddenly, a dense fog spread out from both sides of the dense forest.

Just as Gray Bear and the others were frowning in thought, the fog had already covered the team.

The thickets within the forest webbed, their canopy covering the sky.

The darkness of the night coupled with the fog greatly limited the bandits' field of vision, allowing them to see only about a meter ahead.

"Boss, this doesn't look good," one of the bandits whispered.

Gray Bear was well aware of this, and roughly grabbed the mercenary that was leading the way, growling, "What's going on?"

The mercenary slightly stumbled from being pulled by Gray Bear, touched the helm on her head and said, "Boss Gray Bear, perhaps it's just a regular fog; our Ironblood Mercenary Group does not harbor any other thoughts."

She was completely clueless about what had occurred too.

In her opinion, mist forming amid the woods was a pretty normal occurrence.

However, just as she finished speaking,