Last time I visited Skull Plain was over two months ago.
Back then, the rift to the Mythical Battlefield had just opened within Fawang Temple, and its impact on the outside world was not yet apparent. But now, with the full-scale war between the Martial Artists of Skull Plain and the Immortal Sect families, the pollution spreading from the Mythical Battlefield, countless deaths, slaughter, and despair have visibly worsened the environment here.
A glance across the vast land reveals bodies rotting and teeming with maggots, both animal and human.
Thick plumes of blood-red smoke rise slowly.
Amid the vast land and the low-hanging gloomy sky, they add to the desolation.
Cold winds carry the scents of blood, gunpowder, and decaying flesh from the remnants of distant dead cities.
Bang!
Su Heng exerted a slight force under his feet.
In an instant, he crushed the air, his figure flashed, and he appeared amidst the ruins of an abandoned city.
