The world is gloomy and gloomy, and endless red fog covers all sides.


    The whole previous blood disappeared.


    The whole wasteland looks more desolate, with potholes and dark red on the ground, as if the blood had dried up again not long ago.


    Qi Yun and others all frowned.


    "Childe, it seems that there is a cold force. It''s different. It''s a strange smell..."


    The ghost king suddenly said to himself.


    He is a strange man. He can''t understand this smell better.


    All around is full of Yin Qi, which lasts for a long time. It seems that it is far from a strange