Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The Chaos Witchcraft Array is complete, and the Chaos Domain unfolds!

The entire witch formation quickly activated, illuminating a large amount of grayish-white light.

When those grayish-white rays of light came into contact with the air, they began to spread, forming a layer of grayish-white mist that was slowly churning.

The fog flowed along the ground, and wherever it passed, matter and energy were decomposed and assimilated, and everything turned into nothingness.

The withered grass on the wasteland breaks, curls, and crumbles into fine powder after coming into contact with the fog.

Birds and beasts that came into contact with the grayish-white mist could not even utter a cry before instantly turning to ashes.

Even the pebbles on the ground began to crack when they came into contact with the fog, then shattered into fine powder, mixed into the fog, and continued to move forward while being enveloped by the fog.

As more and more matter and energy are decomposed and assimilated, the chaotic power within the witch array becomes increasingly concentrated, forming a sweeping force.

On the wasteland, those fleeing from all directions toward the Alchemy City also saw the fog.

The first to spot it were a few young people walking at the front. After they climbed over a low slope, they saw the gray-white mist rising on the horizon.

Unlike normal fog, the fog didn't drift away; instead, it moved rapidly along the ground with clean edges, like a wall slowly moving forward.

This scene is extremely abnormal.

The young people stopped in their tracks. One of them, who had better eyesight, saw the flowers, plants, and trees shrouded in a grayish-white mist.

The sight of the fog instantly drying up and shattering terrified him, and he couldn't help but scream in terror, "Run! This fog eats people!"

Before the shouting had stopped, the others turned and started running back.

Now the fog has blocked their escape route, and they can only run towards the places that are not yet covered by fog, towards the ridges and bushes that have not yet turned gray.

The Alchemy Capital is undoubtedly the safest place.

The people behind them started running after hearing their shouts.

An old man sat on a wooden cart pulled by a young man. The cart's wheels bounced on the gravel road, and the bundles on it swayed.

The young man pulled the cart for a while, then looked back.

The grayish-white mist was advancing, covering the meadow they had just passed through.

The grass changed color upon contact with the fog, instantly turning from green to grayish-white, and finally the entire meadow disappeared without a trace.

A short tree in the distance also began to change after coming into contact with the fog.

The entire tree began to curl and deform, then began to crumble layer by layer from the roots, eventually turning into dust.

The young man was so frightened by the scene that he continued to run wildly with the wooden cart. When the wheel ran over a stone, the cart lurched violently, and several pieces of clothing and dry food in the bundle on the cart scattered out and rolled onto the pile of gravel by the roadside.

The old man was heartbroken and tried to bend down to pick it up, but before he could reach it, the grayish-white mist touched the corner of his clothes.

The old man's clothes were touched by the mist, and his withered white hair became brittle and visible to the naked eye. Then the entire hem of his clothes shattered into powder.

This wasn't the end of it; the mist continued to spread along the old man's body.

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and his body was still leaning forward, but he was no longer moving.

The young man felt that his car had suddenly become much lighter.

He glanced back; the back half of the car had long since disappeared, and the old man and his luggage were nowhere to be found.

The young man was startled and quickly abandoned the car, rushing forward as if his life depended on it.

Further away, a woman is running while holding a child.

She had already lost one shoe while running, and the gravel under her feet was hurting her soles, but she didn't care about that and just kept running.

The child was held in her arms, clutching her collar, his face buried in her shoulder, his expression one of terror.

As she ran past a tree, she suddenly felt a cool sensation brush against her heel.

Looking down, I saw that the grayish-white mist had caught up with me at some point and spread to my heels.

Then... the woman and child completely disappeared into the fog.

There were other people running on the hillside. Some were shouting, some were crying, and some fell to the ground and never got up again.

The fog continued to advance and spread, reaching towards the core alchemy capital from all directions.

The alchemists on the city wall were the first to see the grayish-white mist.

It surged in from the horizon, covering the wasteland and hills, and the figures of those still running.

The figures of those people shrank and faded in the mist, until they disappeared completely.

The fog didn't stop; it continued to advance, spreading towards the Alchemy City.

A young sorcerer standing behind the battlements stared at the approaching grayish-white area, his fingers pressing on the array patterns on the surface of the city wall.

He turned his gaze shakily to the side.

An older sorcerer was also looking at the mist, his face full of solemnity.

The alchemist commander stood atop the city gate tower, his hands bracing against the edge of the crenellations.

His gaze followed the movement of the mist, watching it spread over the hillside, over the gravel ground, and over the collapsing shrubs and withered grass.

This grayish-white mist was so strange; he had never seen it before.

He turned to his deputy behind him and said, "Send out a scouting bird to investigate the composition of this fog."

The deputy responded and took out a palm-sized mechanical bird from his waist pouch, holding it in his palm and activating it with his mental energy.

The bird's wings began to flap, and it took off from the city wall, flying towards the direction of the mist.

The bird hovered briefly at the edge of the fog before plunging headfirst into the thick, grayish-white mist, its form swallowed up and vanishing without a trace in an instant.

The commander closed his eyes, his consciousness connected to the bird, intending to use it to perceive the composition and structure of the fog.

But the connection was completely severed the instant the bird entered the fog.

It seems... from the moment it flew in, it was completely annihilated from the material world.

The commander's body stiffened abruptly, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He opened his eyes, no longer daring to hesitate, and turned to shout at the messenger below the city wall:

"Alert! All personnel on alert!!!"

"Close the city gates! Sound the alarm! Activate the defensive alchemy array!"

The bells rang out over the main city of Alchemy, their heavy, rapid thuds spreading along the city walls and streets.

After the bell rang, the city guards, the guards of various factions, and the professionals who were originally in the city all rushed towards the city wall.

The alchemists inside the city walls simultaneously placed their hands on the array patterns.

Silvery-white light surged from their palms, spreading rapidly along the patterns on the city wall's surface, forming a translucent silvery-white film on the wall.

The light membrane slowly closed on the outside of the city wall, extending from the city gate to both sides, and converging in mid-air to form a complete arc-shaped barrier that enveloped the entire city.

At the same time, the winch inside the city gate was also turning, and the heavy iron gate slowly closed, with the hinges making a continuous friction sound, and the gap in the gate getting narrower and narrower.

The entire Alchemy City was completely sealed off, isolated from everything outside.