This was a desolate, ruined planet.
The earth looked as if it had been soaked in blood, a reddish-brown, cold, hard and lifeless. Everywhere the eye fell was barren and empty, with scattered gigantic rocks standing on the ground, like rows of tombstones stretching into the distance.
The light between heaven and earth was dim, all in a murky haze, as though a dead, stagnant dusk was shrouded in faint black mist, stirring up a sense of ominous foreboding in one's heart.
"Judging from the seven or eight small Transmission Array Platforms we passed earlier, we're indeed no longer in that world—or rather, no longer on that vibrant, living planet."
The Bai Yan wolf's face was grim as it kept running across this dry, icy land.
Ye Fan also wanted to quickly figure out the environment he was currently in, and began to search aimlessly, hoping to obtain some useful information.
"This is…"
