Suna watched her companions gradually gain the upper hand in the fierce battle with the Hydra, feeling both relieved and worried. She was relieved that they did not give up in such a difficult situation and found a way to deal with it; she was worried that the Hydra was so powerful that they might be in danger again at any time. She kept commanding the poisonous insects to interfere with the Hydra's vision and actions as much as possible. At the same time, she also paid close attention to the situation on the battlefield, her eyes fixed on the Hydra's every move, looking for an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the Hydra. Her eyes were full of determination and worry, and she prayed silently in her heart: "We must succeed, we must succeed, and no one must be in trouble."
However, the Hydra seemed to realize its precarious situation and abruptly halted its frenzied attack. Its nine heads rose high, and a strange sound emanated from its mouth. The voice was deep and eerie, like an incantation from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine. As the sound rang out, a strange mist surged from the canyon, rapidly spreading and enveloping everyone. The mist was icy cold, like countless tiny ice needles piercing one's skin, instantly giving rise to goose bumps. Furthermore, the mist seemed to possess a life force, rapidly devouring the surrounding light, severely obstructing vision and rendering it nearly pitch black.
"Everyone, be careful! There's something fishy about this fog!" Lin Yu shouted, his voice muffled by the mist. In this fog, they had lost track of the Hydra, and danger seemed to loom from all directions. Every movement of the mist seemed to conceal deadly intent. Could they find Hydra's weakness again in this fog, defeat it, and recover the second artifact? Everything was uncertain. Lin Yu pondered, "This fog must be a Hydra conspiracy. We can't panic. We must remain calm and find a way out. The more dangerous the situation, the more we must think calmly." Suna clenched her fists tightly in the mist, her nails digging into her palms. She prayed silently, "I hope everyone is safe. We've been through so much together, and we will get through this. We will find the second artifact and complete our mission." Leng Xuan gripped the Shadow Moon Blade tightly, its blade gleaming faintly in the darkness. He was concentrating on sensing the movements around him, his ears straining to capture every subtle sound. His body was tense, like a fully drawn bow, ready to respond to any possible attack. His eyes were firm and alert, and he swore silently in his heart, "No matter what tricks you, Hydra, play, I will not let you succeed.
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