'Is this some kind of attack?'
The school of Fishmen was quickly separated by the fog, but their vision didn't seem to be obstructed.
Soon, Mo Ling found out why.
Inside the armor, as the fog spread, components on the facial plate of the armor began to glow faintly, generating a series of images.
The image was a scene of the outside world, now projected with extreme clarity inside the armor. Aside from the colors being a bit grayish, there was no distortion.
Not only that, but the image also highlighted the outlines of various objects: companions, rocks, trees, life forms, suspicious objects...
Names were written around these outlines in the Fishman language, and they were also marked with different colors, standing out starkly against the grayish image.
'So it's some kind of high-tech tactical visor.'
Mo Ling came to a sudden realization.
Although the Fishmen could still see their surroundings clearly, the ever-thickening fog made them very nervous.
