The next morning…
At some point in time, a white fog had appeared outside the Desolate City. It was boundless, blocking one's sight. Even one's spirit sense was affected by this and could not penetrate far.
Moreover, it was clearly daytime, but the air was still exceptionally cold. It could be said to be an inconceivable phenomenon.
Even the Supreme Stage experts who had lived in Desolate City for more than a hundred years were confused by such strange signs. They had never seen such a thing before.
The lower-level cultivators looked at each other. No one dared to rashly leave.
What if there was a high-level fiend beast hidden in the fog?
"What is happening?!"
"Could this fog be a poisonous miasma?"
"But a poisonous miasma isn't able to isolate spirit sense."
"I have an ominous feeling…"
"…"
Everyone discussed animatedly with slightly panicked expressions.
