"Isn't it just normal fog?"
Upon hearing his father's words, Qin Shan was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the firelight in the front row of the Xia Army behind them, which hadn't changed at all, and turned his head to ask directly.
"Forty thousand Xia Army, what's the use of staring at that bit of firelight in the front row? Haven't you noticed that after this fog came up, the surrounding sounds seem to have diminished? And how is it that the Xia Army, always trailing two kilometers behind us, manages to march in such perfect unison?"
Qin Feng's face slightly darkened, and he directly shouted angrily.
At this moment, beside him were not just Qin Shan, but also six other Xianyang Level experts from Wuchuan, and eleven Xianyang Level experts from Caiqiu, including Cai Yuntong. Hearing his words, everyone immediately turned their heads to look back.
"No, this is too far. We must observe the Xia Army closely to confirm they are following behind us!"
