The dense fog enveloped like substance, gradually thinning, revealing a strange scene.
Lv San and Wu Ba turned their heads to survey the surroundings, seeing beneath their feet the ancient street of bluestone and rammed earth mixed, extending in all directions, with no end in sight.
The mist was dim, and the houses on both sides were in ruins, as if they had entered the Netherworld ghost domain.
Seeing this, their hearts involuntarily tensed.
Wu Ba clenched his iron fist, vigilantly observing the surroundings, while Lv San held the Yang Jue hand seal, listening closely.
Entering this Nine Gates Yin Ruins, Divine Skills and spells could still be performed.
Certain special Magic Artifacts, like Li Yan's Duan Chen Blade, could also be used.
But Wu Ba's Tiger-Squat Cannon could not appear in this space.
Just then, Lv San's ears slightly moved, and he made a shushing gesture.
Wu Ba immediately lowered his body, looking into the distance.
Rustle~
