Chen Yi pinched the piece of armor, casually trying it out, performing the divination, but indeed there was no response, so he shook his head.
He discarded the blood-stained piece of armor, stood up, and his gaze swept deeper into the long street, "The divination is interfered with, no matter how you try, you will get blurry results, or even opposite ones, yet you can't divine anything here... It's like a muddy swamp."
Qin Qingluo was silent for a moment, understanding the reasoning in Chen Yi's words. She no longer looked at the wreckage on the ground, slightly lifting the tip of her gun, "Let's go, find a way out as soon as possible."
The two continued onward, their footsteps echoing in the dead silence, increasingly highlighting the eerie emptiness around them. They passed through several solidified alleys and stopped in front of a relatively intact two-story tavern.
