The thick ice fog was like a huge white coffin lid, instantly covering the core area of ​​the Frostwhisper Rift!

The detection beams emitted by the fortress and the Starlight Network that the Star-Moon Church was proud of were like a drop in the ocean, completely swallowed up and isolated by the sudden thick fog.

No clear images or energy readings could be captured from the core area anymore.

What is even more horrifying is the inhuman howling coming from the depths of the fog!

“His ...

“Roar——!!!”

One after another, it was extremely terrifying.

That was the unique sound made by the monsters of the abyss when they suffered a fatal blow, full of pure and primitive fear and the excruciating pain before death.

The roars were dense and chaotic, mixed with the sticky sound of tearing and the dull thud of hard objects hitting the frozen ground...

It was as if the thick fog was turning into an invisible, terrifying millstone, madly crushing the abyss creatures that were thrown into it!

All the monsters that were previously sent in seemed to be slaughtered in batches by something invisible!

"What...what's going on?" A Star-Moon Church mage looked at the suddenly malfunctioning detection crystal ball, his voice trembling. "Isn't the barrier broken? Where's the core? Did our magic shatter it? This fog...and the sounds down there..."

"Idiot!" Saru's sharp curse almost pierced the communication array, "Even an idiot can see that there is a problem! If that thing is so easy to destroy, how could those stubborn dwarves have guarded it for two hundred years?

"There must be something fishy going on! The aura of the abyss is rapidly weakening... My children are dying in droves!"

The smugness in his voice had long since vanished, leaving only shock and anger.

Priest Eliza frowned and stared at the strange fog:

"Detection is completely blocked... The spatial structure below seems to have generated a strong interference field due to energy annihilation! The magic feedback is extremely chaotic, and the life signal... is only the traces of the extinction of those abyssal creatures!"

The Black Anvil Dwarf Elder was also confused and puzzled:

"Where are the dwarves? Where is Torge? Did they shatter along with the barrier? No... that's not right! This fog came out of nowhere!"

The brief ecstasy was instantly replaced by great confusion and a certain ominous premonition, as if a cold iron hand gripped the hearts of every senior official in the fortress.

As soon as the second step of the plan was launched, a completely incomprehensible accident occurred.

The energy source disappeared.

The dwarf is gone.

Thick fog obscured everything.

Only the abyss creatures that were thrown in as cannon fodder were being slaughtered crazily.

Their carefully prepared "dragon hunting" operation seemed to turn into a nightmare when they realized that the prey might have turned into the fog itself, and the bait thrown by the hunter was being swallowed up by the fog!

Mark lay in the shadow of the frozen rock on the ridge, his eyes sharp as a knife.

He was also shocked by the instant collapse of the blue ice barrier and the rising of thick fog, which completely cut off his vision.

But the next second, he caught something more important.

In the thick fog, there were not only the howlings of the creatures from the abyss, but also an extremely weak but incomparably tenacious fluctuation of will swirling stubbornly at the core.

Like a candle in the wind, it has never been extinguished.

It is a heavy mark on the dwarf's soul, with a certain quality that is resolutely integrated with the world itself.

"Torg..." Mark muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly. "So that's what you were planning... Can you handle this 'fusion'? They're in big trouble."

If their team could only find an opportunity to escape in a panic before, now they might really have the opportunity to give a head-on blow to those who dared to have bad intentions towards their team!

Of course, although the situation has changed, now is not the time for him to show up.

He adjusted his posture, lay low with all his heart, and waited for the next change in the storm.

Thick fog rolled in, and the howling continued.

A dead silence permeated the three church-controlled fortresses.

The loud noise of the blue ice barrier shattering was still ringing in the ears, but the bottom of the rift did not erupt with the expected heart-pounding energy fluctuations of the Star Heart. Instead, there was only a pale fog that blocked all detection and the desperate howls of dying monsters.

For the first time, the face under Saru's hood lost its cold control and hissed:

"The barrier is broken... but where's the aura of the Star Remains Heart?! This damn fog! Have your church's fortress increase its magical output. Quickly dispel this fog. We can't let those damn dwarves move the thing away!"

He stared at the surging white, as if he wanted to burn through it with his eyes.

In the fortress controlled by the Star-Moon Church, Chief Sister Eliza frowned. The starlight detection array flashed wildly in front of her, but the feedback was a chaotic interference ripple.

"Detection is completely blocked. If we don't expel this ice fog quickly, we'll have to send people down..."

Her voice was slightly hesitant, and there was an unknown light in her eyes.

As for the Black Anvil's dwarven elder, he gripped the ice crystal on the fortress's control console tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Torg...that damn traitor, he just disappeared like that? As expected, that guy lied to us. That thing is the treasure bestowed by the Soul Forger God!"

He slammed the crystal, sending shards flying. "Keep blasting! Increase the power! Clear this damn fog!"

The above sounds were all emitted by the controllers of the three churches through magic sound transmission formations.

The order was passed down through the communication array.

However, the lights on the tops of the three fortresses appeared to be shining brightly again, pouring out thicker beams of light into the rift valley.

In fact, Mark, who was on Bald Mountain, clearly discovered that the energy output of the three fortresses was quietly declining.

The magic regulating devices in the three fortresses obviously lowered the power threshold.

On the surface, it seems very powerful, but inside they all have their own ulterior motives.

Jointly held?

When the Heart of the Star Corpse disappeared without a trace, the so-called alliance agreement instantly became fragile.

The ambition-burning eyes of the Black Anvil Fortress elders swept through the thick fog.

He believed that he knew better than anyone what the Heart of the Star Remains meant to the Graybeard Dwarves and the Soul Forgers.

That old guy Torge will never let the core be destroyed easily.

It must still be down there!

There must be some hidden method...

When he gave the order in the communication array, he had already secretly winked at several well-equipped core dwarf warriors around him, whose skin had a metallic luster.

The latter nodded calmly and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the bronze gate leading to the back of the fortress.

They are the most familiar with the terrain of the Rift Valley among the three forces, and they are also the one who knows the Deepforge Dwarves the most.

Perhaps, they can be the first to find the real hiding place of the "Heart of the Starry Sky".

Inside the dark fortress, Saru paced anxiously, his snake-like fingers making a harsh sound as they scratched the cold stone surface.

"Torg... What's he up to? Fusion? Sacrifice? He can't just disappear... Enzo!"

He turned sharply to the corner, his eyes locked on Enzo, who stood silently at the side of the room.