The building was dilapidated, appearing to be in a state of decline.
In this pitch-black night, under the cold moonlight, it exuded an atmosphere that made one's heart palpitate.
With a bang, accompanied by the shattering of the wooden door, Qin An, dressed in black, stepped in slowly, his eyes scanning the surroundings, slightly narrowing his gaze.
Earlier, he had searched for a long time in the surrounding villages, finding nothing other than that fat monster.
And now, the only clue was this sect's force on the mountain.
At the moment, this force was in ruins.
Wherever Qin An's eyes could see, there was nothing but ruins.
Within the ruins, layers upon layers of evil qi enveloped the area.
Although it seemed faint, careful sensing would reveal that this sect's force had undoubtedly perished at the hands of a monster or pseudo-god.
"The area is quite large here."
Qin An rubbed his chin, pondering to himself: "But since I'm here, I might as well search carefully."
