He was floating in the air, standing with several other elders, looking ahead and talking about something. It was obvious that they had come here in advance and had made some preparations.

Morin and the others were waiting quietly below. After a while, the air suddenly became humid and white mist began to rise. Not long after, the mist became extremely thick, and all they could see was endless white mist.

"Okay, let's go in." Haslein said, and he moved his body, turning into a blurry figure, and rushed into the fog in a flash.

Morin and the others followed closely behind Haslaine and the others. At this time, no one dared to walk around without permission.

In the white fog, no one could see clearly, and everything around them was a blur of white.

The white mist falls on people's bodies, feeling very light, without any moisture, as if it does not exist at all. It seems that the purpose of its existence is to block everyone's perception.

After walking for a while, the white fog dissipated a little, and Morin and the others could see the surrounding scenery. They were walking slowly, and below them was a quietly flowing lake, which made them feel as if they were walking high in the sky.

"This..." Asmonlai's expression changed involuntarily.

"Don't worry, just keep going."

Haslaine's calm voice sounded, and Asmonlai, who was in a state of confusion, nodded, calmed his mind, and continued to walk forward.

Morin was a little surprised, but he almost understood what was going on. It was obvious that they had entered a psychedelic magic circle and were slowly moving through it.

The white fog in front suddenly became thicker, surging wildly like waves. The waves soon submerged everyone. Everyone was surrounded by white and could see nothing else.

Morin frowned, a faint blue light flashed in his eyes, and he was looking around, but the chip did not give any advice or analysis. It was obvious that the white mist was not as ordinary as it appeared.

Morin narrowed his eyes slightly, and he walked slowly forward, but his body couldn't help but be on guard, as he could launch a powerful witchcraft attack at any time.

Fortunately, no accident happened. Morin took a step forward and the road ahead suddenly became clear.

He appeared in the corridor, which was a metallic silver-gray color with some faint silver lines engraved on it.

There were some oil lamps hung around the corridor, with faint light coming down and dimly illuminating the surroundings.

"Huh?" Mo Lin exclaimed in surprise. He suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

Behind me was an empty space, filled with a series of crisscrossing corridors, leading to no one knew where.

"Just now, I walked through the silent sky, passed through the thick white fog, and finally suddenly appeared here..." Many thoughts flashed through Morin's mind.

His eyelids drooped, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It was obvious that he had been suddenly teleported here through a strange and powerful talisman formation.

Not only him, but also other Asmonlai. Their situations were similar to Morin's. They were also suddenly teleported to the maze here.

Everything is undoubtedly part of the ancient ruins. If you want to reach the ancient ruins, you must pass through the maze in front of you.

"A maze? Haha, it's really interesting..."

A slight smile appeared on Morin's face. He looked at the corridors that stretched in all directions, not knowing where they led to. After thinking for a moment, he randomly chose a corridor and walked in.

As he moved forward, he left strange marks on the corridor with his cross sword and moved forward slowly. But after a while, he walked back to where he was just now.

“Indeed.”

Looking at the mark he had left not long ago, Morin muttered to himself, without showing any surprise on his face. This maze was obviously not ordinary. It would be strange if he could get out easily.

"Chip, combine the path I just took and make a detailed analysis of the route I took, and make a summary." Morin's fingers gently stroked the cross sword marks he left. He slowly stood up, his heart moving slightly, and gave such an instruction to the chip.

"Ding! The mission has been established!"

"Mission in progress!"

The sound of the chip rang out.

Morin nodded slightly, his eyes lit up slightly, his mental power radiated out, and while scanning the surroundings, he slowly moved forward again.

Unlike the previous tentative exploration, this time Morin was very well prepared. Not only did he follow the map, but he also used his mental power to scan the surroundings. However, after a while, Morin walked back to where he was just now.

Looking at the mark left not long ago, the expression on Morin's face became very ugly.

"Damn it."

Mo Lin let out a breath and said these words slowly.

Unexpectedly, even with the chip analysis and his mental scanning and observation, it still seemed to have no effect at all.

Just as Morin was thinking, a strange wave suddenly appeared in the corridor next to him, and a tall figure wearing a helmet and heavy iron armor, like a heavily armored knight in an ancient principality, emerged from the void.

A faint red light flashed in the eyes of the heavily armored knight. Then the heavily armored knight raised his broad two-handed sword high and strode towards Morin.

The knight was running very fast, and his running should have given people a strong shaking feeling as if the earth was shaking, but the strange thing was that there was not a single sound.

The heavily armored knight was not far away from Knight Morin. Morin could see the heavily armored knight at a glance, but the expression on Morin's face was indifferent, as if he didn't see the heavily armored knight at all.

Everything was so weird, gorgeous and full of murderous intent. The heavily armored knight seemed like a ghost from the abyss.

The heavily armored knight was very close to Morin. In front of him was Morin, who had his brows tightly furrowed and was lost in deep thought, as if he was unaware of everything.

Suddenly, the heavily armored knight jumped high, and the two-handed sword in his hand turned into a thick silver streak, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind, as if tearing the air, and slashed fiercely towards Morin who was close in front of him.