The sky was a tinge of red in what was mostly black. Darkness had enveloped the land hours after the volcano's eruption.
Alex and the tow walked through the falling ash that gathered around their feet and arrived at their destination; a group of 20 cultivators whose cultivation base went from Saint Foundation 8th realm to Saint Soul 2nd realm.
None of them seemed part of the same group or even part of the same Kingdom. Each one wore a different color robe, and some even seemed like they were rogue cultivators.
'So weak,' Alex thought. He had come to challenge stronger people, but it seemed he was mistaken. None of them were as strong as he had hoped they would be.
Alex didn't feel like challenging any of them.
There people there stirred at his sight and some of them quickly greeted him. Most of them were surprised to see him there.
Alex was only about to reply to their greetings when he was cut off.
