Instead, Lei Song on the side said anxiously:

"Master Yuanju, should we go back and look for it?"

Lin Yuanju frowned slightly:

"How can we find him? The fog here is caused by the martial artists in the Condensed Spirit Realm using their great magical powers. Once you get lost, it will be difficult to find you. Even if we return, the possibility of running into you is unlikely."

"Yes, we have a mission on this trip, so it is not appropriate for us to take such a big risk. If we lose another person after entering, we will not be able to complete the mission."

"Perhaps young friend Qinghe is blessed by fate. When the war begins and the fog clears, he may come out."

Hearing what they were saying, Lei Song's expression froze slightly.

After thinking about it carefully, he soon realized that something was wrong, because when something attacked them in the fog, he remembered that he, Lin Yuanju and the other two all activated the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, which had the strongest defensive power, but Gong Yang Feiyu and the other two seemed to be only using their internal energy to protect their bodies.

Looking at the expressions of the others, Lei Song already had the answer in his mind.

The attack on the fog was most likely caused by these two people. Since he could see it, there was no reason why Lin Yuanju couldn't see it.

After some thought, Lei Song said no more.

At this point, he was powerless and could only consider the overall situation.

After all, the subsequent tasks are not easy.

At this moment, Lei Song could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Chen Qinghe would be lucky enough to escape from the fog.

But Lei Song thought that the possibility was not high. After all, even in a war, the fog would not be completely dispelled.

Besides, we don’t know when Southern Xinjiang will take action.

If he waited a few more days, even if the fog was dispelled a lot, Chen Qinghe might have already been lost in it.