Zhou Quan rubbed the sleep from his eyes, emerging from the dilapidated mine with a hand rubbing his ear as he walked.
No matter how many years he had lived in Mystic Iron City, he never grew accustomed to the ceaseless noise, which made getting a proper night's sleep impossible.
The Defensive Array set up by the previous sect still operated from time to time, blanketing Mystic Iron City with a layer of hazy Barrier, but certain areas had already failed. The whirling winds and sand battered against the barrier created by the Formation at the city's edge, producing a rustling, buzzing noise, like swarms of demon locusts descending in billions—an overwhelming cacophony that set newcomers' scalps tingling with fear.
The walls of Mystic Iron City were riddled with holes, many areas damaged, allowing gravel to seep in through the gaps like black, stagnant water, carrying with it the momentum for total erasure, sweeping across the surrounding houses and mines.