The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw the red sun on the horizon being pulled rapidly downwards, as if dragged by something.
The sky darkened abruptly, and then a fierce wind began to blow.
Kong Xiangdong's expression changed dramatically, "This is bad, we're entering the extreme night early, let's go quickly!"
In fact, there was no need for his reminder; Yang Zhan and the others turned around and ran back.
Because everyone understood what this meant.
After entering the extreme night, the temperature would plummet rapidly, soon reaching levels inhospitable to most living creatures.
By then, not just ordinary people, even Martial Dao experts would be buried in this white desert.
But according to calculations, there should still be several days before the extreme night!
Everyone's hearts were filled with doubt.
But at this moment, they couldn't afford to think about much; escaping with their lives was a priority, so people rushed towards the town in a frenzy.
