Everyone was running around in panic. However, the black fog had blocked all their paths. There was nowhere for them to go.

"The Venerable Crane, aren't you powerful? Please save us!"

"Sir Thorne, you are a grandmaster martial artist. You must be able to help us, right?"

"Orson, aren't you supposed to care about us? Saving lives is going to benefit an abbot like you tremendously!"

A group of flustered martial artists hurried over to Theodore and his group. They cried and begged to be save