C1026 Despair

The surroundings became darker and darker until it was impossible to see his fingers in front of him.

The black fog passed by them in groups. It was moist, as if there was a pair of hands that was swiping across their faces, choosing a prey.

"Saber Formation." Huang Meng's voice was a little desolate as he struggled to move through the black mist.

If this wasn't a well-trained team