Li Lin broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing his nephew's words—even though he looked up at the sky and saw nothing, it didn't lessen his trust in Zheng Zhi one bit.
His trust mainly stemmed from Zheng Zhi's strange ability to lead a platoon of wandering spirits to march under the blazing midday sun.
So, he immediately took out his phone, ready to report while quickly confirming the situation: "What's it like exactly? How did it fall? Location and scale?"
"It covers half the sky, the city is filled with fog, and there are obsidian pillars standing everywhere. It feels like Mist City, but the building layout is much more chaotic," Zheng Zhi quickly explained, "I just recalled those spiritual illusions, and suddenly felt a heavy pressure in my heart. I looked up and almost got a heart attack. My goodness, that dark city was just suspended overhead..."
