The Audi drove on the highway for almost another two hours.
By the time they reached the foot of Wushan Mountain.
Blood-red clouds dyed the land crimson for miles in every direction.
It looked as if it were stained with blood—an eerie and terrifying sight.
The three of them stepped out of the car.
Lin Yi held his phone, his expression grave.
*Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off. Please try again later...*
When that cold, automated voice sounded from the phone again,
Lin Yi looked up at Wushan Mountain.
Without a word, he started walking silently into the mountains.
Yang Yong and Zhao Jian exchanged a glance.
In their eyes, they saw the same flicker of worry.
They couldn't get through.
It was as if everyone who had come here had vanished without a trace.
Not a single call could connect.
A sense of foreboding settled over the three of them.
Upon entering Wushan Mountain, they were surrounded by a sea of red.
