The group of people numbered about twenty. They were dressed in different attires and were of all ages. It was apparent that they belonged to different factions.
Some of the most striking ones amongst them were a lady with black fingernails and a middle-aged man that looked like a Daoist, as well as a purple-robed man whose face was covered in scales.
The scaled-faced purple-robed man caught Yi Yun's attention the most. He was not greatly injured and it was hard to tell if he had experienced the Apocalyptic Fumes. If he had been embroiled in the Apocalyptic Fumes, even if it were just the periphery, it was enough to indicate how formidable he was. Few people could survive the Apocalyptic Fumes relatively unscathed.
But compared to these people, there were another two people who caught Yi Yun's attention. They were a fat and thin duo that Yi Yun noticed with a cursory glance.
Shi Fei! Shi Ping!
"Peng Peng Peng!"
