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Yu Huang crossed her arms and walked down the mountain peak. She raised her head and looked at the poisonous gas barrier above her head.

During the day, the sun covered the poisonous gas barrier, which was white in color. When night fell and the sun dissipated, the poisonous gas barrier became a black wall that completely enveloped the Broken Cliff during the night.

Yu Huang raised her head, but not a single star could be seen.

This sort of feeling made Yu Huang feel as if she was locked in a black iron pot, and there was even a suffocating feeling of a large pot lid covering her head.

Yu Huang frowned and continued walking forward.

Due to the environment, most of the trees under the Broken Cliff had no leaves, only bare tree trunks. The resentment aura on the ground was too strong, and Yu Huang could not see whether the ground was made of firewood or bones.