Under the gloomy sky, there was only silence.
The pale light of the Phantom Grove shone on the abandoned grounds of the city, covering the ruins that no one tended to, surrounded by dilapidated vehicles, and street lamps broken in half.
Dozens of Pollution Monsters roamed these worn streets, their appearances bizarre, not merely zombies, but rather forms that would assault one's spirit at a glance.
Meanwhile.
"Boom!"
Loud footsteps broke the silence.
A tall figure strode alongside the ruined buildings.
With bronze-colored skin and a bald head covered in spikes, wearing a short coat, he held a string of prayer beads in his hand.
Its appearance also led a group of Pollution Monsters.
At that very moment,
Su Qi and three others were on an abandoned Tower a kilometer away, watching the scene.
"What is that…" An Nan said, somewhat surprised.
"We call it Ghost Soul; it's a common type of Low-level Demon."
