The sky over the Desperate Battlefield was blanketed by dense clouds, and the atmosphere was gloomy.
Even though today could be considered a rare sunny day, the sunlight that stubbornly pierced through the clouds still appeared pale and feeble.
Moreover, this weather probably would not last long. After all, the clouds in the distant sky were all a heavy black.
Occasionally, one or two bolts of lightning flashed through those black clouds, their dazzling light crossing thousands of miles in an instant before vanishing.
It was as if the clouds had been torn open by jagged cracks.
Captain Luo Yan was seated in the cockpit of the mecha. Through the panoramic window, he could see the forest and earth beneath his feet.
The forests in the Desperate Battlefield, however, were dark in color, and plants such as Painwood and Strangling Grass grew in grotesque, twisted forms.
There was therefore nothing beautiful to speak of.
Black mists drifted here and there throughout the Desperate Battlefield, forming clusters scattered across the land.
Those were "Nether Miasma," a special phenomenon formed from dense Nether Particles.
Captain Luo Yan still remembered that when he had first come to the Desperate Battlefield, the base instructor had told them that Nether Miasma was extremely dangerous.
If ordinary people entered the miasma's range and inhaled it, they would soon suffer from hypothermia.
Their blood would then undergo mutations, forming a deadly poison.
A cultivator's Primal Energy could neutralize the effects of Nether Miasma, but inside it, a cultivator's condition would be far from ideal.
Their physical strength and Primal Energy would be rapidly depleted, while they would simultaneously lose their sense of direction and distance.
Even instruments would stop functioning.
At that moment, Zhao Chu's voice rang out over the communications channel.
"Everyone, can you see those