The crimson fog that had almost completely enveloped the entire back garden dissipated quickly and soon vanished without a trace.
This kind of fog originated from Chi Lian; with Chi Lian dead, it was like duckweed without roots and could not continue to exist on its own.
Sheathing the God-Slaying Blade, Chen Hai surveyed his surroundings.
The originally beautiful garden was now a complete mess.
The shade-giving green trees were littered with broken branches and decaying leaves, and the once vibrant flowers in the flowerbeds had withered away under the corrosion of the blood-red fog.
What was even more unbearable to look at were the countless white bones left scattered across the garden, remnants from the huge skeleton that White Bone had conjured, now covering almost every area.
