After reading these messages, Huang Yi hurriedly entered the virtual world.
His embodiment appeared within the Holy Land of the Central Continent in The Second World.
The Holy Land was in chaos, with countless players flying aimlessly in the sky like a swarm of headless flies.
The construction projects in the Holy Land had long stopped; no one wanted to waste time on these meaningless endeavors.
Huang Yi looked up at the sky, still unable to see anything, only the despair-inducing boundless darkness.
The cold wind howled all around, making his cloak flap wildly. Without the sunlight, The Second World was rapidly cooling, relying only on weak geothermal heat for warmth.
The air was oppressive, exuding a rotten smell that made it hard to breathe, like being in a closed room for too long without ventilation.
