"Sure." Tenko Kasumi nodded. She strode forward, and Lin Sheng followed closely behind. The two quickly disappeared into the mist and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Just as the two disappeared into the mist, two men, one tall and one short, slowly stood where Lin Sheng had been standing.
One of them was a very old man with a stooped figure. The other was gentle, bespectacled, and looked more like a university teacher.
"I can't believe we're here …" The old man looked at the hazy mist in front of him, and there was a hint of fear in his voice.
"What's wrong, teacher?" The young man asked in a low voice.
"This is not a place for ordinary people. A few days ago, the thousands of troops stationed here from the three mysterious realms, responsible for the blockade, disappeared without a trace overnight.
Although our superiors immediately stood up and claimed responsibility for this matter. But in fact, the higher-ups know that this is just a means to increase our terror and strength.
We did not create this place.
Even the Palatinates, if they are not the all-rounded type, it will be quite troublesome to come here. "The old man frowned.
"So, are we going in, teacher?" The young man asked in a low voice. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Did you bring the equipment?"
"Yes. It's the latest version. " The young man took out a palm-sized notebook and gently flipped it open. There were exquisite buttons and an electronic screen inside.
He quickly pressed a few buttons, but the reaction of the notebook disappointed him.
The electronic screen lit up for a short while, but it quickly dimmed and lost its response.
"It's useless, huh?" The old man sighed.
"Yes, teacher." The young man nodded quickly.
"Forget it. Get someone to wait outside. We'll go in and follow." The old man thought for a moment and made up his mind.
It was not easy to find the whereabouts of the marked reporter. If he escaped again, it would be troublesome.
After all, this person was a master who could kill a Six-winger. It was normal to be a little careful against a Six-winger.
"Yes, teacher." The young man quickly responded.
"How troublesome. You better pray that you don't fall into my hands." The old man lifted his feet, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes as he slowly walked towards the town.
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…
Twain and his companions had been trapped in this fog for three days.
They were just fellow backpackers who happened to enter the forest from the depths of the forest.
However, ever since they entered the fog, they strangely discovered that all the electronic devices on their bodies had malfunctioned.
What was more troublesome was that no matter where they went, they couldn't get out of the flying city.
Therefore, they had no choice but to find a spacious house in the town for an unknown purpose and temporarily live in it.
He had brought a lot of food with him. There was a lot of high-energy compressed food, and they found some other food around, so they could barely survive.
However, the remaining food could only last them for two more days. If they didn't leave this place soon, they would all fall into a food crisis.
"Tang En, I just went to the end of the street here. There's an even thicker fog there."
In a large living room, team member Eanna said calmly.
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if we can't find the way out. I just saw traces of human activity. There must be a way out here. The marks I saw were left just now. "
Tang En rubbed a towel with water and rubbed it hard on his face, wiping off the dirt.
"I went to the mayor's house and didn't see anything valuable. This place seems to have been abandoned a long time ago. "Another team member, Bailey, said.
"Is that so? Then let's try another house? "Tang En put down the towel helplessly.
"Okay, I'll go to the house next to the mayor's house tomorrow." Bailey replied.
"There's not much food left. We must find a way out as soon as possible." Tang En checked the compressed high-energy bars in his backpack again. There were only five bars left.
"At the rate of one bar per meal, we can only last for two and a half days."
His face was filled with worry.
This was the last bit of food the team had.
"Forget it, I'll go out and take a look. Maybe I can find some clues to leave." He stood up, picked up the shotgun that was leaning against the wooden chair, and strode toward the periphery.
"The two of you wait here and take a break. I'll go alone. "As the team leader, he had to take the lead.
"Okay."
"Got it."
The two team members quickly replied.
Tang En opened the door and looked at the thicker fog outside the house. He did not hesitate and strode out.
The door slowly retracted and closed automatically with a bang.
The fog in the house slowly dissipated. It was empty inside.
There was no one else except for Tang En.
Whether it was Bailey or Yiana.
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…
In the fog.
The old man walked calmly on the streets of the town step by step. Behind him was his student, the young man with a gentle temperament.
There was an invisible force within a few meters around the two of them, isolating all the mist around them, preventing them from getting close.
"You've reached the limit of the Five Wings. It's time to learn more about the general knowledge of a higher level." The old man said softly as he walked.
"I have time to answer your previous question. This fog has a certain sealing effect. Those two can't escape anyway. "
The young man looked at the hazy white fog that was blocked outside and suppressed a trace of fear for the unknown in his heart.
When he heard the teacher's promise, he was suddenly happy. He finally had a chance to ask about the general knowledge that he was very interested in.
"Thank you for answering my question, teacher." He responded seriously and respectfully.
The old man smiled and walked forward step by step with his hands behind his back, exploring the whole town.
"Your previous question was about the Palatinates. What kind of existence do they belong to? Do we have any specific identification and strength markers for us? "
"This question is quite accurate." The old man paused, looked down at the footprints left on the ground, and continued to walk forward.
"The Palatinates compress their own strength and dark energy to the limit, and then stimulate their positive soul power to achieve balance and form the Tidal Gate.
The Tidal Gate can be divided into four levels, Residual Splendor, Gray Light, Magic Light, and Morning Moon, according to size and quality.
The size and level of the Tidal Gate determine how much power and power the Palatinates can release from the Eventide.
This is the real focus of the Palatinates. In the future, when you connect the sea of consciousness, you must try your best to create a bigger and stronger Tidal Gate. "
"Teacher, how big is your Tidal Gate?" The young man could not help but ask.
"I won't answer this question. I don't want to answer you either. "The old man smiled. "By the way, do you know that the Palatinates have another name in the other world?"
"What name?"
The old man lowered his voice and looked up at a figure that was slowly emerging in front of him.
"Nightshine."
"The higher-ups of the Darksiders call it the Nightshine level. From Residual Splendor to Morning Moon, they represent the corresponding four levels of the Ashen World. They also correspond to the four levels of powerful monsters. "
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