The shattered buildings came into view, the city in ruins was all too familiar.
Streets full of potholes and darkness, a blood-red moon still hanging high.
"I'm... back again?"
Chen Feng's face was grave, immediately recognizing this as the Qinggang City he had previously left.
Beside him, the Holy Shield Giant was on high alert, wary of ambushes, but he soon noticed something was off.
"Where are the Black Tide creatures?"
His gaze swept over, Perception amplified.
Chen Feng keenly observed that there were no Black Tide creatures present in the ruins.
Moreover, in the half-darkness around, there was not a trace of the black mist.
The seemingly contradictory situation made him cautious. He and the Holy Shield Giant soared upward, overlooking the entire city.
Buildings collapsed, street lamps shattered, all a wasteland.
Several hundred meters, a thousand meters, several thousand meters...
