Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

The moment Mir's voice fell, the entire team was slightly flustered.

Damn it, I shouldn't have said it so suddenly!

Mir somewhat regretted issuing the command so abruptly.

But Renee reacted immediately. Almost simultaneously, she gave the command, the pony pawing the ground to turn, and she shouted in a high-pitched voice:

"Everyone, speed up! Full speed ahead to the east! The black mist is catching up quickly. Don't panic, we'll be in safety soon. We'll be right behind you!"

Sure enough, after Renee said, "We'll always be behind you," the panicked crowd calmed down a bit.

But urged on by the knights, the crowd began to run.

The boots made a dense and chaotic sound as they stepped on the frozen ground, and the wheels of the handcart creaked loudly as they rolled over gravel and dead branches.

The elderly were helped by the young people, the children were carried, and everyone hurried in the direction Mil had indicated.

No one asks why at times like this, or rather, not asking is the best option.

Even the children weren't crying, because the adults were covering their mouths.

At this time, even the slightest cry can easily cause great irritation.

Mil lagged at the back of the group, looking at Andrebelle beside him:

"Go to the front, lead them to the cabin, and bring everyone inside!"

Without any hesitation, Mir gave Andrebel the order.

However, upon hearing Mil's order, Andrei surprisingly did not act immediately:

"I......"

"Go quickly!"

"The space probably isn't big enough!"

"I've already made the modifications. Trust me, just take them in. I'll definitely get back safely, don't worry!"

Andrebel looked at Mil, only to receive an even colder, more rigid reply:

"That's an order!"

"You must return safely!"

Having said that, Anderbel mounted a horse and charged forward.

The horse originally belonged to the old priest, but Mil later took it for Andrebel and for himself.

After all, they have to run back and forth between the front and back of the entire team.

Renee ran over at that moment. She wasn't riding a horse; Mil had just seen it. Renee had given the horse to some of the children who couldn't run anymore.

She relied on her extraordinary physical abilities as a superhuman to stubbornly move back and forth within the group.

She was a little out of breath from running, but her steps were steady, and her eyes kept scanning the churning black mist on both sides.

"It's accelerating! That thing is accelerating! At this rate, we'll definitely be caught up by them!"

Renee's voice carried a hint of anxiety. She looked at Mill and continued:

"Another bunch are charging in from the side!"

Mir didn't reply. He raised the Soul Lamp even higher. The magic energy in his body was being rapidly consumed. The effect of the Blessing of Wind was still ongoing, but the team's running speed was almost at its limit. The old man and the child's pace had begun to slow down.

Just like Renee said, if things continue like this, they will definitely be caught up.

Someone fell down, but someone nearby pulled them up and they kept running.

The handcart shook a wooden crate off a pothole. The crate crashed to the ground and cracked, scattering the dry food inside all over the ground. No one stopped to pick it up.

"Don't stop! Keep running!"

Renee's voice came through, hoarse and anxious.

Mir glanced back and saw the fleshy monster approaching from the side at an increasingly rapid pace, its outline appearing somewhat blurred in the black mist.

A strong smell of blood wafted over, and with Eagle Vision enabled, Mil could clearly see the large, green-skinned ogre-like monster of flesh and blood.

The troll limbs that had been skinned writhed along the edge of the flesh wall, like octopus tentacles that had been severed but were still wriggling, looking rather grotesque.

The distance is getting shorter, and someone has to stay here to buy some time.

Mir felt that his magic power was almost depleted, and the light of the Blessing of the Wind began to become somewhat unstable.

He gritted his teeth and activated another burst of magic energy, pushing the coverage of the halo forward slightly, so that those in the front of the line who had started to fall behind would be enveloped in the light again.

"Miss Renée!"

Mill called out, looking at Renee:

"Can you still see its current location?"

Renee glanced at it sideways, then replied:

"It's still getting closer! About 300 meters to our left and rear! It's moving faster than us! It's about to catch up!"

Three hundred meters...

Mir quickly made a mental estimate.

If that thing maintains its current speed, it will catch up with the back of the line in about two to three minutes.

The slowest people in the line were the elderly and children, who were struggling to run at the very end.

Without hesitation, Mir slowed his pace, or rather, stopped in his tracks.

Renee realized Mil's intention and stopped in her tracks as well.

Miss Renee said nothing, but stood side by side with Mill at the back of the line.

"To be honest, it's only now that I truly acknowledge your identity as a walking deity."

Renee looked at Mill standing beside her and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

She wrapped the bandage around her fingers, revealing her well-toned arms.

"Thank you for your recognition. Also, your muscles are well-developed."

"It's okay, I lift weights every day."

The two exchanged a few words with smiles, but deep down they both knew it was just to ease each other's fears.

Who isn't afraid?

Mil stood still, facing the approaching wall of flesh.

He raised the soul lamp in his hand and poured all the remaining magical energy he could muster into it.

Use the Soul Lamp to defend against the first wave, and then find a way to continue delaying the time.

This was the best method that Mir could think of in a short time.

As the warm yellow light of the soul lamp suddenly surged, its color even began to resemble that of an incandescent bulb.

In this black fog, it was like a tiny white sun.

The moment the light was projected, the monstrous mass of flesh emitted a low, piercing vibration, like meat shreds in a hot oil pan, its surface turning white and wrinkling.

The front end of the fleshy wall suddenly stopped when it touched the edge of the halo, and began to hesitate in place with some apprehension.

"Miss Renée!"

Mil called out to Renee, who nodded knowingly.

Without any hesitation, she stretched out her hand, and a dense abyssal energy emanated from her body.

This is the demonic power that Miss Renee tamed.

With her jet-black skin, goat-like black horns, and now her eyes were slanted.

She smiled at Mil, then suddenly rushed out and punched the wall of flesh and blood.