Although nothing could be seen on the distant skyline, one could faintly sense a terrifying and unparalleled aura constantly rising and brewing at the horizon where sky met earth, like the eve of a storm.
The air gradually became sticky, causing discomfort all over the body.
Ji Jingqiu frowned, saw the direction arrow jumping out in the subtitles, didn't hesitate too much, and strode in the direction of the arrow.
This feeling was very much like a game.
Following the arrow's direction, Ji Jingqiu arrived at a square as night fell completely, surrounded by broken buildings. A campfire burned in the center of the square, with a few fragmented pillars standing in the corners.
There were already quite a few Martial Artists gathered around the campfire.
Ji Jingqiu glanced over and saw there were roughly a dozen or so people.
It seemed that everyone was forced to gather here along the direction indicated by the arrows under the darkness of night.
