"Regardless, as long as you can get me in front of the Demon King, I have a way to kill it," Noah said in a low, steady voice.
The others didn't argue.
Now that they had entered the white mist, retreat was no longer an option. The only path forward was to keep advancing. Only by killing the Demon King could they hope to survive.
The white mist wasn't just disorienting, it also absorbed most of the residual energy from their attacks.
Although their battle inside felt earth-shattering, with the mist churning violently like boiling water, the actual damage to the surroundings was minimal.
Otherwise, given the power of Fourth Order fighters, this entire hundred-mile region would have long been reduced to ruins.
After the Monster Puppets retreated, the pressure vanished.
The group continued forward for another hour.
Then, suddenly the white mist ahead parted.
The endless fog that had surrounded them disappeared.
And before them stood a massive city.
