The Corpse of a Clear Sky Sect Elder

Qin Yun's purpose in coming here was to find a way to bring Tang Chen out of Slaughter City.

The tavern had already been blown into ruins, and the air was filled with the pungent stench of scorched debris mixed with alcohol.

The so-called desperadoes around him were all silent as cicadas, their gazes filled with fear and wariness as they looked at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun ignored them.

His gaze passed over the ruins and settled on the entrance ahead, which resembled an abyss.

He took a deep breath and brushed his right hand across the Soul Tool at his waist, which contained various chemical bombs and elemental reagents that he had meticulously improved over this period.

In Slaughter City, where Soul Skills could not be used, these would be his greatest reliance.

Then Qin Yun strode into the entrance.

The moment he stepped inside, a cold, damp chill rushed toward him.

It was a long passageway, terrifyingly silent, with only Qin Yun's footsteps echoing against the hollow stone walls.

The air was thick with a stale smell of blood, mixed with the foul odor of dirt and mold, enough to make one retch.

Qin Yun frowned slightly and took out a piece of cloth soaked in activated carbon to cover his nose and mouth.

The passage wound downward endlessly, as though it led straight into the deepest depths of the earth's core.

After walking for about half an hour, the view ahead finally opened up.

A black city appeared before Qin Yun.

The city walls were constructed entirely from some unknown black stone, their surfaces rough and cold.

Above this dead-silent city hung a purple moon.

The moon radiated a strange, hazy glow, shrouding the entire city in a faint purple mist and making the already sinister surroundings