Luo Region, Gangluo City
A middle-aged man dressed in a grey windbreaker stepped slowly into Gangluo City, facing the blowing sandstorm.
Gangluo City had lost its former liveliness, the main street seemed exceptionally deserted. Naturally, this was due to the arrival of the disaster, causing many people with some capital to flee to the northern regions to seek refuge, and even more powerful people had directly gone to other realms. They wouldn't return until the catastrophe was completely eliminated.
When the man in the windbreaker reached the city walls, he deliberately paused for a moment. Looking at the slightly old city walls, he hesitated for a long time before finally moving ahead.
"Master, look, Gangluo City is still intact, and the disaster hasn't spread here." A little maid following the man spoke.
The man didn't say anything and continued to walk along the main street.
