Atop the Jianghai City Gate.
A group of Star Martial Artists stood guard on the city wall, holding spears and brandishing swords.
Every one of them radiated a murderous aura.
Qin Yang stood at the forefront of the wall, continuing to command everyone as he gazed into the distance with a solemn expression.
'The red fog is spreading much faster than I expected.'
At first, it was only at the border of the Da Li Mountain Range.
But in just a few seconds, it had expanded by several hundred meters. It looked like it would reach the Jianghai City Gate in just a moment.
The situation was perilous!
"Senior Brother, you have to come back alive."
Li Zixuan clutched the corner of Qin Yang's clothes and bit her lip. In the end, she had no choice but to let go, no longer trying to stop him, only offering a reminder from the side.
After all, what Lin Mofeng had said was reasonable.
