"The mist is coming, the mist is coming..."

At dusk, the "Survivor" on the "Watchtower" behind the city wall used binoculars to observe the vast expanse of the sea, where an enormous white mist stretched for thousands of miles, covering the sky.

He urgently shouted down to Qin Xuan and Gong Meiqing, who were on the open ground below the city tower.

"Swish..."