For Pei Ye and his companion, this was like a nightmare that had suddenly charged into their field of vision.
Just a moment ago, the young man and woman were stretching their legs and chatting merrily, truly having reached their absolute limit. They were thinking about returning soon to the familiar Bowang City, seeing Miss Ming, and when they handed over everything from their trip, Immortal Platform and Tianshan would surely be able to push the investigation forward by a great leap.
But without warning, the situation spiraled out of control. The cold fog was dense around them, bringing with it a sense of destruction, deathly silence, and the smell of blood—all of which assaulted their senses in an instant.
This is... Bowang City. Pei Ye thought.
