Blue skies and white clouds, the clouds so low it seemed they could fall at any moment.
The highland of the withered yellow grassland was everywhere dotted with tiny white and gray rocks, like shattered glass. Spiky pine trees, black and standing tall, were scattered about, east and west, like upside-down tacks on a map.
In the distance, the snowy mountains alternated between white and black, with a few dark spots rushing toward this place.
Bang!
One of the dark spots viciously smashed into the ground, kicking up a large amount of mud and broken stones beside a creek.
"Huo Yingli, at this point you still want to run?" Other dark spots descended from the sky, revealing a group of strange men whose chins sported a second mouth.
When they spoke, they used the mouth in the normal position, but the second mouth at the jaw kept moving involuntarily as if saying something, occasionally revealing a glimpse of blood-red within.
