The dense fog gradually dissipated, and the drones that lost control fell from mid-air, scattered across the arena. On the arena, Han Wei, who was gasping for breath on his knees, Zhao Xian who stood up slowly after releasing his ability, Shen Bing with a victorious smile on his face, and Pei Yan lying motionless on the ground.
"Old Gu, it's over, you lost! This child has already tried his best. Zhao Xian from our team doesn't just release dense fog; he can also transform the shape and form of the smoke to perfectly cover his teammates' actions, creating illusions to confuse the enemy, even electronic devices." Liu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief at the result on the arena, walked to Gu Shenghui, and this time he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and offered one.