A moment later, a Hunter Captain wielding a longsword and wearing a mask on his face stepped out from the corner.
Doron Lake City is enormous.
From the Outer City District, walking at a normal pace to the center requires at least an hour.
It is already late at night, and Cao Xing definitely cannot rush in with speed, as this would alert the Red Robed Bishops inside.
He maintained a normal pace as much as possible.
After about twenty minutes, he arrived at the position of the central city district.
The buildings here are indeed much more luxurious.
Orderly streets flanked by variously styled constructions.
Various mansions, lofts, and some entertainment venues.
Every building occupies a large area, adorned with lamp stones, colorful ribbons, exquisite reliefs, and other accessories.
These are areas only the wealthy can afford to indulge in.
However, upon seeing the deserted streets, a new question rose in Cao Xing's heart.
That is——
"Where has the Alien Ghost Army gone?"
