Blow!

The windows in the inn opened without warning.

The sunlight that shines in does not bring any warmth, but instead makes people feel cold.

It's like being in a world of ice and snow, your whole body is freezing, and death is coming.

Buzz!

Feng Xiaoxiao stepped out and disappeared without a trace.

This is the last fight before the Sword Emperor's treasure is born.

The bloody storm is enough to wither mountains and rivers and crush the world.

…

A strange and cold world.

The bright sun no longer hangs high in the sky, but quickly falls, becoming the sunset of the setting sun.

"This is……"

Su Chen slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a desolate, remote mountain village.

Sunset in the west.

The setting sun dyes the sky red.

There are only a few households in the village, and smoke is curling up from their cooking pots.

"Something's wrong. There are obviously at least a hundred households here, but why are there only a few households making fires for cooking?"

Su Chen's heart was beating wildly and he said.

Even as they approached, they saw people working in front of every house.

This scene is extremely weird!
Chapter completed!