Yang Yan sat on the Stellar Battleship, lost in thought, trying to pass the tedious time.
Meanwhile, he had to maintain a level of vigilance during starry travels, splitting a thread of Divine Sense to cover the surrounding route, to avoid unexpected incidents.
At this moment, Wandering Dragon Star was no longer the spiritually prosperous, paradise-like place it was before.
It was covered by endless black fog, revealing the earth occasionally, all barren and devastated.
Whenever the black fog swept through, it immediately turned into a wasteland.
In the black fog, strange cries occasionally echoed, invoking a sense of dread.
Vaguely, one could see the terrifying and hideous forms of creatures within the black fog.
Some were mere bones, engulfed by a corpse aura, rampaging and destroying everything...
Also, demons with horns exposed their repulsive bodies, wielding curved blades, incessantly slaughtering...
