Their complexions slightly darkened. The green fog was not unknown to them—it corroded their bodies like sulfuric acid.
They could only resist it with energy medicine.
And that terrifying infection storm... no one could stay inside it, let alone the numerous zombies transforming within it.
Meanwhile, faint yet fierce roars could be heard, as if many formidable beings were born within the green fog.
And this scene.
It seemed somewhat familiar to the Demon, causing its pupils to slightly constrict.
There seemed to be a terrible presence in its memory that possessed a similar strength.
"Get ready, that green fog is not that simple."
A hint of terror and icy calm in the Demon's eyes:
"Perhaps in other words, this battle royale isn't that simple either."
The Venerable paused slightly, "My lord, what do you mean?"
The Demon in front of him was a Demigod, a powerful existence from the Abyss; even in his arrogance, he would not act recklessly before it.
The Demon did not respond.
