Nine luminaries mountain.
Cizhou.
The base of the demonic path.
As the wind blew, charcoal, blood, rancid, sweet ... All kinds of mixed smells assailed their noses, making them feel nauseated.
The protective array was covered in cracks, as if it could not hold on any longer and would burst like a bubble.
The houses near the edge had been completely shattered, and they were evenly spread on the ground. Among the remains, traces of blood and limbs could be seen from time to time.
Outside the formation, corpses were everywhere, and blood was flowing.
Several layers of the ground were cut off.
On the scorched land with a glazed texture, there were several places burning with inextinguishable spiritual fire and filled with poisonous fog that could not be blown away by strong winds.