"What's wrong, Old Bull?" A look of surprise crossed Lin Chen's face as he stood tall and imposing, like an iron tower, over two meters high.
He hadn't sensed anything unusual, but the abnormal behavior of his old comrade made him alert.
As one of the rare ferocious beasts, the Departure Fire Divine Bull certainly had stronger perceptions of danger than they did.
"There's something off about this fog. If we recklessly charge through, something might go wrong!"
Old Barbarian Bull spoke up, after a period of diligent learning, he was now capable of simple communication. Despite his pronunciation not being particularly accurate, he could be roughly understood.
Lin Zhuang and the others dared not be careless. They were aware of Old Barbarian Bull's promotion to pure blood, and knew its perception far exceeded theirs.
They chose to detour, avoiding the gray mist from a distance. Behind a mountain peak, a city suddenly appeared before them.