During the flight of the flying ship, several flying corrupted spirits blocked the path, but they were quickly shattered by the weapons on the ship.
The three flying ships lined up swiftly heading towards Kyoto.
During the journey, Lin Qianxuan observed the scenery of other cities below.
Desolate, bleak, and twisted.
Under the gray sky, heavy snow fell, all things lifeless, with remnants of once-prosperous buildings, facilities out of service, and countless twisted corrupted spirits either dawdling or rampaging within.
This scene made Lin Qianxuan deeply realize that this world had already stepped into an apocalypse.
The flying ship came to a halt.
It stopped in front of a massive city.
The wall of this city was nearly a hundred meters tall, the buildings within even more flourishing, with many shop signs still glowing with colored lights, yet puzzlingly, there were no signs of life or even corrupted spirits within.
