"The white fog has a disorienting effect. Once you're caught inside, you lose your sense of direction. If we try to retreat now, we may not be able to find our way out," Tobias added.
"So it's a Tree Demon."
Noah immediately understood. No wonder this Demon King hadn't moved for over a hundred years.
Tree Demons were naturally limited in mobility. Of course, as a demon, it wasn't completely rooted like an ordinary tree, but moving would come at a significant cost.
"Then how did you obtain this information, if no one can leave?" Noah asked.
"People may get lost, but objects do not," Ronan replied in a low voice. "This information was sent back by those who entered the white fog at the cost of their lives."
Noah nodded slightly.
He now had a clearer understanding of this Demon King.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed through the white mist.
Moments later, a massive yellow ox, several meters tall, emerged in front of them.
