Unknowingly, the first rays of the morning sun had appeared, and the light gradually dispelled all the darkness.
Perhaps it was because the tree Demon City Lord had died, and the ghost city's corpse monsters had lost their restraints, so in the process of leaving the city, they actually did not encounter a single monster.
He didn't need to think to know that they must have left ghost city or were killed by the cultivators in loucheng.
When the two of them reached the city gate, they happened to pass by the entrance of the inn and stopped at the same time.
"How did Yingluo become like this?"
The young man said in a trembling voice. The scene at night and in the morning were completely different.
Looking at the hotel again, it was already in ruins. There were dozens of corpses hanging on the row of trees at the entrance.
The corpse was dried and rotted. It only needed a gentle breeze to start swaying.
