The moment the Holy Flame Pearl started to radiate, an illusion unfolded before Song Jian's eyes.
In the illusion, he was surrounded by abandoned high-rise buildings. Only one building, a tower over thirty storeys high, and covering a few square kilometers, was enveloped in snow, forming a snow mountain.
Around this snow mountain, a unique icy environment had formed. The streets and ground within several hundred meters around it were covered in a thick layer of snow. But beyond those hundred meters, the environment abruptly returned to normal. It was as if an invisible, intangible barrier had separated the snow mountain at the center and the immediate few square kilometers around it.
"This is inside Doomsday City!" Song Jian glanced at a few gamers standing just a few meters away from that boundary line. Following another look at his surroundings, he thought to himself.
