Six hours later, under the predawn night sky.
Lu Yang crossed 1,900 kilometers and flew to Guishi City in Guangxi Province. Looking down at the high-rises reduced to ruins, he could not help but sigh.
Before the other world descended, this place had been a world-famous tourist destination. He had not even gotten the chance to visit before it was destroyed like this.
Hissing from snakes could be heard everywhere within the city. In the sky not far away, he could also see strange birds with golden crowns on their heads and extremely sharp beaks.
Lu Yang activated his perception and discovered that there were no monsters inside a dilapidated old building not far to his left. He landed in a room on the sixth floor, sat cross-legged, and rested to recover his magic power.
"Whoosh~!"
A fierce wind howled past. Lu Yang took out his communicator and checked it. The temperature outside was displayed as minus three degrees Celsius, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Come out." With a wave of his right hand, Lu Yang summoned Old Jones from Bandalsburg Prison.
"Damn it, I can smell those damned Blood Spirit Serpent Clan bastards. They're very close, very close." Old Jones's serpentine face became even more sinister, but the cold weather made his entire body tremble.
Flames rose from Lu Yang's right hand as he set the sofa in the room ablaze. He asked curiously, "Are you that afraid of low temperatures?"
Old Jones hurried over to the sofa to warm himself and nodded. "Our ancestor was Tulin, the Flying Ten-Headed Serpent of the mythological age. He was killed in the battle on Extreme Cold Star. His main head and body were shattered by ice, while the other nine serpent heads survived and formed the