บท 814: Dark Forces Arise: The Arrival of Azazel and the Seven Warlords           

As the thick, dark fog enveloped the scene, panic spread like wildfire among the gathered players. 

The once lively atmosphere of anticipation and bravado gave way to chaos and confusion as the suffocating mist seeped into every corner of wherever their eyes could see.

The fog, dense and impenetrable, seemed to swallow everything in its path, obscuring vision and leaving players disoriented and gasping for breath. 

Frantic cries echoed through the dimly lit underground, mingling with the sound of bodies hitting the ground as players collapsed, overcome by the noxious fumes.

"W-what's going on?!"

"Don't breathe the smog!"

"Is this World Conqueror's doing?"

The panic was palpable, a tangible presence that hung heavy in the air as players stumbled and tripped over one another in their desperate attempts to escape the fog.