The Saint tore through the void, traveling at such speed that it could only be described as a moment traversing thousands of miles. Worried about the situation at Cangling Mountain, Hou Yuxiao sped along with six other Saints, reaching the Northern Region in barely a moment.
However, when they tore through the void again, appearing above the Northern Region, the faces of all seven changed dramatically.
The world was silent, the earth eerily still.
The entire northern land exuded a strange dead silence. In the perception of Hou Yuxiao and the six others, there was no trace of humans or demons, not even the aura of ordinary birds or beasts could be found.
The Three Northern Provinces seemed to have become a land of death.
A layer of ominous black mist shrouded the sky, a thick stench permeating the mist, making the seven feel uncomfortable while a shocking speculation arose in their pupils.
"This... could it be..."
