On both sides of the dense forest, a large mist suddenly spread.
Just as Gray Bear and the others were frowning and contemplating, the mist had already covered the team.
The woods intertwined, and the foliage obscured the sky.
The deep night combined with the mist had reduced the bandits' field of vision, allowing them to only see about a meter ahead.
"Boss, the situation doesn't look good," one bandit whispered.
Gray Bear naturally understood, and grabbed the mercenary leading the way next to him, cursing, "What's going on?"
The mercenary, pushed and pulled by Gray Bear, stumbled, steadied his helmet, and said, "Boss Gray Bear, could it just be normal mist? We of the Iron Blood Mercenary Troupe definitely don't have any other intentions."
He also didn't know what was happening.
Moreover, it is quite normal for mist to rise between the trees.
However, just as he finished speaking,
a rustling sound came from both sides of the team.