In an ancient, primal gray-white forest, Tang Qi softly landed on the ground while holding a girl who had gone limp and could no longer move; one of her legs was a blurry mess of flesh and blood, the bone deeply visible.
As his feet stepped into the soft dust, Tang Qi frowned, a sense of abnormal danger brutally sweeping over him.
At the same time, his sharp senses detected something amiss.
"The scent here is real and primordial; it's fundamentally different from places like Match Street or Immortal Realm... Are we no longer in a mutated fairy tale world?"
Just as the thought arose, Amanda in his arms came to.
The girl, who had just awakened with a frighteningly pale complexion, struggled to get down, but upon seeing Tang Qi's serious face close to hers, she had to give up. Instead, she turned to look around at the environment.
When the forest seemingly covered with countless gray-white dust appeared before her eyes, Amanda smiled at first, but then despair emerged.
