As soon as Zhou Qing landed, he felt a chill run down his spine. Despite his current cultivation level, he couldn't help but shiver.
The sky here was extremely gloomy. In the dimness, even the air seemed dyed in ink, emitting a coldness that made breathing feel oppressive.
Looking as far as he could see, he vaguely noticed giant ancient ships, as if they had sailed since time immemorial, silently moving through the sandy ground.
They were surrounded by eerie black fog, occasionally flickering with a few ghostly green lights, and there seemed to be shadows moving on them.
This was the extent of what he could see.
"Every time you enter, these ghost ships will be different. To cross to the ancient mine over there, you'll have to fight your way through!"
No. 6's voice sounded from the side.
Zhou Qing turned his head, only to find the other person shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see clearly, and he couldn't sense her cultivation level at all.
