The gray sky had no sun, moon, or stars, and no clouds changing forms. The distant and nearby mountains were all black, like dark iron, exuding a chilling aura.
Here, there was no grass or trees, nor flowers and plants.
Everything carried a sense of lifelessness, even the winds blowing through were bone-chillingly cold.
Mu Qingge and the others stepped on the ground formed by the solidified bodies of the Beast Clan, not knowing how long they had walked or how many fog barriers they had passed through, before finding a small cave.
"Let's rest here for now." Mu Qingge looked up at their surroundings, still shrouded in haze.
It seemed that only by getting closer could one glimpse what lay within.
Except for her, almost everyone in their group was injured, including Wei Molili, who had been carried by Ying Ze and was poisoned. This was not the right time to explore the Ancient Battlefield, they had to find a place to recover.
