About two hundred kilometers away from the Holy Dragon City, there was a vast grassland.
After the disaster of the Cold Moon, the wild grass on this grassland had all frozen to death, and now it was a withered yellow.
However, the wild grass in the world of loucheng was like the Aboriginals here, they all had strong vitality. Although they had gone through a disaster, they were still alive.
If one pushed aside the withered grass on the ground, one could see that there were countless grass sprouts emerging from the ground. Although they were young and tender, they still seemed to be full of vitality.
However, the wild grass that had many misfortunes was once again trampled on today.
Countless footsteps caused the ground to shake, and all kinds of sounds broke the silence of the grassland.
Looking up, they saw a black mass of foreign races slowly walking over, like an endless wave!