On the boundless land, a city suddenly appeared. Looking at the surrounding traces, one could tell that the city did not belong here.
Looking at the outer walls of the city and the roofs of buildings of all sizes, there were many figures standing and looking around, their faces full of fear.
The sudden accident caused the residents of the city to sit in a mess.
There was a house in the city. The outside was dilapidated, and a young man was curled up inside.
The pain of his body being torn apart, as well as the continuous spiritual attacks, made Wei Yan feel like he was in the abyss of hell.
Looking at the unfamiliar scene outside the window, Wei Zheng was at a loss. He could not understand what had happened.
In just one night, the mountains and rivers outside the city had completely disappeared, and the original road had disappeared without a trace.
The boundless plains and the thick, cold fog surrounded the city.
