Now, when they looked up at the sky, they saw a scene of utter misery. A large amount of black smoke rose in front of them, and the sounds of various spells and battles, along with the wailing cries of ghosts, echoed all around, making one's heart clench.
Yang Chen knew that the Lihuo District had completely fallen, and now it had become a battlefield shrouded in black smoke, where it was difficult to find companions.
In this battlefield, the danger of falling was present at all times.
Yang Chen's expression was cold as he looked around, feeling the desolation of the battlefield. He knew that if he were to step into it, it would be extremely difficult to leave.
Heavy guards were stationed at the entrance of the Lihuo District.
