Right at this moment, red fog churned in the distant horizon and the bloody aura was reflected in their perceptions again.
Moreover, it had clearly been formed not long ago and was spreading at this moment.
Xu Qing's expression instantly darkened. The captain's eyes also flickered with ferocity.
The two of them circulated their cultivation bases in their eyes, looking at the blood mist.
The blue light in the captain's eyes spread out, while Xu Qing's eyes were pitch-black and restrained. Both of their gazes contained the power to penetrate and break through the fog's obstruction to see the scene of purgatory in the fog.
"That is…" The captain paused and his voice was filled with surprise.
Xu Qing also frowned.
Under their gazes, they saw the source of the fog.
It was a small race's city.
This city was surrounded by blood mist and was completely silent. There was no sign of life at all. What was left were 99 bone towers that were piled up by countless corpses.
