The streets were bustling with souls, these souls had no physical form, and Huang Yi and the others could pass through them directly.
At this moment, they were all charging forward at the fastest speed, twelve bodies turning into a string of shadows, hurriedly passing through countless souls on the streets, crossing numerous intersections in this crimson city.
Even after rushing forward for a long time, they still hadn't reached the end of the street, as if the street had no end.
"This is too strange, why can't we get out of this street?" Little Rascal finally couldn't help but ask.
"Moreover, the altitude we've been at seems to have remained unchanged, the distance between us and the clouds is still the same." Heavenly Dao looked up at the half mountainside obscured by dark clouds in the distance, and said gravely.
Huang Yi and the others finally slowed their pace, no longer blindly moving forward.
This city clearly has a problem!
