Qingyang City.
Several days later, led by Meng Nan and the others, after a long journey through grasslands, mountains, deserts, and countless other places, Xia Ping finally arrived at the only human city within a thousand li.
"So this is Qingyang City?!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes as he looked at this so-called super city of humanity. Yet the city was incredibly dilapidated. Its walls towered a hundred zhang high, imposing and awe-inspiring.
Unfortunately, those walls had also become riddled with holes, as though they had once been ravaged by countless demons and monsters. They had nearly collapsed before being repaired by humans. He could sense the ancient, tragic aura of war emanating from them; who knew how many invasions by demons and Nether Ghosts this city had withstood?
At the city gates, quite a few people were entering and leaving Qingyang City.
He could feel the city's decline even more keenly. Most of those entering Qingyang City were sallow and emaciated. Commerce was withering away, and everyone looked like walking corpses, as if this were a city in an apocalyptic world.
"Stop!"
Just then, as Xia Ping and the others tried to enter Qingyang City, they were intercepted by a group of city guards.
"You're the Storm Caravan, right? Who's in charge?"
A city guard squad captain stepped forward, staring at the members of the Storm Caravan.
"I am."
Meng Nan raised his hand, indicating that he was the person in charge of the caravan.
"I heard you went to Dangtu Town this time to trade for Nether Stones. Now that you've returned safely, I trust you obtained some Nether Stones. How were the gains?" The squad captain revealed a greedy expression.
The Storm Caravan members' hearts immediately tightened. Seeing the captain's expression, how could they not realize that