As Lin An pondered, a swath of orange-red light suddenly spread out. The originally beautiful island scenery in the game world turned gloomy in the red light.
The scent of death permeated the air. Looking around, it seemed as if tall statues stood in the depths of the red light, yet when trying to take a closer look, nothing could be seen.
Wherever the red light passed, the sea dried up, the seabed cracked open, and in some places, it directly turned into fine sand, swept up by the howling wind and fluttering in the air.
The large construction site on the island was now deserted, not a soul in sight—even amidst the blowing sand, there was an utterly unique, deathly silence.
This scene was all too familiar!
"Purgatory World?"
Lin An raised an eyebrow, "Can it really unfold within the game world?"
Oh, but of course, the Eastern Empire Demon Hunter Organization had many capable individuals.
