Genesis

"How much longer until we can sail out of this fog?" someone anxiously inquired of Zheng Chuanwen.

Although there were not many casualties on the ship at this moment, the process had been too terrifying, and no one wanted to become the next victim. Only by leaving this layer of fog could they escape this perilous situation.

"We're already sailing at full speed, but this fog is too thick. It will take at least three more hours to leave," Zheng Chuanwen replied solemnly.

"Three hours? How many people will die here in that time!" someone nearby exclaimed in a hushed voice.

"Don't meditate, don't fall asleep, keep an eye on each other. That might help us avoid further losses," Zheng Chuanwen said with a furrowed brow.