He and the holder of the Divine Gifted Meteorite Iron agreed on the location of the trade. After explaining the situation to the officer guarding the area, he flickered and flew towards the designated spot.
Before long, he arrived on a wide street.
This was originally a bustling commercial street, but now there wasn't a soul to be seen. The ground was covered with dark red rust. Chu Xiu glanced around, and the space here seemed to have expanded from what he remembered; the distances between streetlamps were greater, and the originally white corners of the walls were now crawling with some sort of dark, unknown vegetation.
The erosion of the Outer Demon Realm had already begun.
"I wonder if there's still time for me to complete this Mythical Equipment."
The Horned Demon army in the sky was like a Sword of Damocles hanging upside down, poised to fall at any moment.
As Chu Xiu pondered, a figure appeared in the distance.
