The mystery of the Holy Spirit!

This city had been excavated from the dark gray soil underground.

Due to the corrosion of the poison, all that could be seen were broken walls and rotting corpses. The sinister poison was like a sewer, flowing everywhere, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell.

From the perspective of the Earthlings, this was the hell that the sinners would fall into.

Living here was like being locked up in hell to be tortured.

Every minute and every second was torture.

"From the looks of these poison spirits, they shouldn't be from the same race as man Zeng ..."

Chen Xiaobei turned into a cloud of purple gas and quietly slithered along the stone wall at the top of the city.

After all, the demonic body of purple Qi was only at the pinnacle of true divine level. If he were to encounter a Holy King level enemy, it was still possible for him to be discovered.

Chen Xiaobei could see everything clearly.