Chapter 137: Execution of the Witchs Head
On Crow Mountain, shrouded in gray fog, small particles of light emerged from the air, coalescing into Colin’s figure. The moment he appeared, the gray fog spread outward, forming a “safe zone” about 30 meters in diameter.
After stepping out, Colin glanced back. Behind him lay a “basin” surrounded by mountains, covered in a strange, ominous pale fog. The gray fog and the pale fog seemed to coexist without interference.
“After passing through the underground tunnel beneath Crow Mountain, we reach this place—the so-called ‘Underground Region’…”
Colin didn’t dwell on it. Holding a lantern, he looked around at the 30-meter-wide “safe zone.” A thought crossed his mind: “This light creates a ‘safe zone,’ but the rare blood only covers a radius of 15 meters… I can confirm that ‘light’ is the second thing besides tainted blood that repels the gray mist.”
Even though Colin could walk through the gray mist without the lantern, he chose not to discard it.
Compared to the unstable light surrounding him, the flame of the lantern was more reliable. Otherwise, a misstep could land him in the mist, leading to instant death. The stronger he became, the more he felt an awe of the gray fog.
Yet, Colin still couldn’t understand why the gray fog didn’t affect the mutated native creatures but only the “outsiders” like him.
“Things I can’t comprehend… I’ll ignore for now.”
Shaking his head, Colin stretched out his right hand toward the front, palm open.