The great calamity of the Wilderness had actually arrived long ago. Even so, the situation was far more severe than Mo Hua had anticipated.
In his mind, things should not have looked like this.
The scene before him should have appeared ten years later, five years later, or at the very least two or three years later.
But now, before the time had come and before Karma had fully fermented, the sight of disaster had abruptly descended before Mo Hua's eyes.
It was as though someone were using their hands to push everything forward at breakneck speed.
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment.
And it was not only Mo Hua. Even Lugu, Tie Shugu, Danzhu, Chi Feng, Bashan, Elder Bachuan, and the others were lost in thought at the sight before them.
"How did it become like this? Is this really the Third-Grade Mountain Realm where the Danque Tribe is located?" Bashan stood there in a daze. "Did we take the wrong road? How could it be like this..."
It was barren and desolate, like a Dead Zone at the end of the world.
"What about the Great Chieftain and the others?" Elder Bachuan's expression changed as well. "Could our tribesmen have—"
Dark clouds hung over everyone's hearts.
Deep worry filled Danzhu's eyes as he looked at Mo Hua. "Mr. Wu, I want to return to the Danque Tribe as soon as possible and take a look—"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then nodded.
The Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm was now utterly desolate. They had no idea what the exact situation was.
They should first find the Danque main tribe and meet the Great Chieftain, then discuss their next plan.
The scale of the disaster was somewhat outrageous. In a situation like this, it was no longer a