However, unexpectedly, the moment they rushed into the camp, it was as if an invisible force had been triggered, and a very faint buzzing sound suddenly came from all around the camp.

At first, the buzzing sound was so faint as to be almost imperceptible, but as time went on, it spread rapidly like ripples.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding air began to tremble slightly, and wisps of white mist slowly rose from the ground.

These mists, like nimble sprites, intertwine and merge, forming veils of mist.

In an instant, the fog grew thicker and thicker, and as if it had a life of its own, it quickly spread around the camp.

In no time, the entire camp was shrouded in layers of mist, and the once clear view gradually became blurred, making everything appear hazy and indistinct.

At this moment, the people in the camp could only vaguely see each other's silhouettes, while the distant scenery had completely disappeared into the white fog.

"What on earth is going on? Why did the fog suddenly appear?"

In the distant woods, the elder, dressed in a sixth-rank black robe and with a solemn expression, was staring ahead in astonishment.

The campsite, which had been clearly visible, was gradually shrouded in a thick fog, as if a huge and mysterious white curtain was slowly descending, completely obscuring the entire campsite.

The black-robed elder frowned deeply, a sense of unease rising within him.

This sudden turn of events made him realize that the situation might be bad, so without hesitation, he flashed away like a ghost and sped towards the camp.