Gray mist was everywhere, blurring the vision, and the whole world lost its color, making one feel oppressed and dull.
The gray mist surged, revealing a stretch of grand palaces that approached slowly, appearing faint and elusive in the fog, mystical and mystifying.
For decades, Xiao Chen and the others had always faced the tedious monochrome prison. Suddenly seeing such a Heaven's Palace, they were incredibly surprised.
Ying Xiong even blurted out various terms, cordially addressing the family members of the highest beings of the World of Death, which was both laughable and lamentable.
No wonder, being trapped for tens of thousands of years, had it been someone else, they might have gone mad and collapsed already. One must admit that this fellow had a strong nerve, enduring until now was nothing short of a miracle.
