"How many Fog Demons have you killed so far? Is there any anomaly in their state after death?"
Lann shifted a few steps, moving to the side of the nearby members of the Squirrel Faction, shouting loudly.
It looked like he wanted to confirm something.
But it wasn't possible.
"What are you saying? What were you fighting just now?!"
The female elf leader of the Squirrel Faction couldn't hear his voice at all, even though they were only a few meters apart.
And her shouting was also inaudible to Lann; it was only through lip reading and Mentos translating that he understood the content.
Lann gritted his back teeth in irritation.
The current battle environment was too harsh!
The process of exchanging information on the battlefield was absurdly hindered!
He was fighting a clearly unusual Terror Tyrannosaurus in the silent dense fog, and special Fog Demons would suddenly appear in the mist to interfere.
... This was downright disgusting!
