The person's arm was covered in scales, and their hair, long and disheveled, was entirely silver.
Yun Ran had never seen anyone with such an appearance, yet this person felt strangely familiar to her.
"Who are you?"
Unfortunately, that person, clearly deeply afflicted by the mental fog, was completely ensnared in their own thoughts and couldn't answer Yun Ran's question.
But their intuition remained sharp; the moment Yun Ran made a sound, the person's attack arrived.
A biting cold attack charged straight at Yun Ran's face.
Yun Ran sidestepped, and where she had just been standing, a small ice mountain suddenly rose from the ground.
Yun Ran: ...
Given the attack power, it was evident this was a master, but unexpectedly, they had been bewitched by the fog. It seemed the person's inner conflicts and obsessions ran deep.
This type of mist wasn't necessarily lethal by itself.
But as the saying goes, a person's greatest enemy is themselves.
