Tang Zhen's figure had just disappeared, and the group of survivors had yet to come back to their senses when another change suddenly occurred.
With a whooshing sound, the temperature dropped to an unbelievable level, and the trees and leaves were covered in spider webs.
Cracks appeared in the air, and threads of black demonic Qi squeezed out from the cracks like insects, constantly transforming into strange shapes in the air.
The sky was originally clear and bright, but now there was a cold wind blowing, making people shiver.
The survivors tried to escape, but they found that they couldn't move at all, as if their bodies had been fixed in place.
"It's a pity that they're just some small insects. That guy has already escaped, sob sob."
A voice sounded. The tone seemed to carry a trace of regret and frustration, but it made people panic.
