At this moment, the ground was already littered with corpses. Danny, who had also gone insane, kept brandishing his weapon relentlessly.
Joel seemed to be the only one unaffected by this. His face was covered in cold sweats as he kept shaking the bronze handbell, hoping to snap his subordinates out of their frenzied states.
However, regardless of how loudly he rang the bell, it seemed to have no effect. In the end, Joel had no choice but to put the bronze handbell away and turn to escape the fog.
As for his subordinates, he decided to abandon them.
“What do we do, Mr. Chance?” asked Gilbert, looking at Jared.
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