"Hmph!" Hongyue snorted coldly. She was angry, but there was nothing she could do.
Yun Lintian wisely stopped teasing her. Otherwise, she would undoubtedly slap him.
After Hongyue's condition stabilized, Yun Lintian and his companions were on the move again. They continued to venture deeper toward the middle zone.
The oppressive atmosphere of the outer zone weighed heavily on Yun Lintian and his companions as they ventured deeper into the desolate landscape. The remnants of fallen gods grew more frequent, their skeletal remains scattered across the barren plains like macabre trophies of a forgotten war.
The air crackled with chaotic energy, its intensity growing with every step, a constant reminder of the insidious corruption that permeated this cursed land. Even with Yun Lintian's protection, the strain on his companions was evident, their faces pale, their breaths shallow.
Rumble—
