Gao Ming had disappeared into the black fog, and almost everyone who knew about it believed his soul had been utterly destroyed. With disaster upon them, death and separation were the most ordinary things in the world.
People had no time to grieve. They began struggling to survive another day, never expecting Gao Ming to return alive. He had walked out of the black fog.
With the simple statement that he had returned from beyond Hanhai, Gao Ming instantly lit up everyone's eyes. The more they encountered shadows and calamities, the more desperately they craved the truth.
"What's beyond the Fog Sea?" the First Team Leader was the first to ask. "I once led a team into the black fog, but after walking for a long time, we never saw any of the roads we remembered. All we saw were monsters of every kind. Hanhai is like... like an isolated city built inside a nightmare."
"That's right. Hanhai is an isolated city, a city that's already dead. All of us are outcasts from the other Blood Cities, ghosts buried and imprisoned in this enormous tomb!" Gao Ming's voice was not particularly loud, yet his words left everyone deeply shaken long afterward. He had laid bare the truth they had craved for so long.
"There are Thirteen Blood Cities in the deep world. Hanhai was once the strongest of them, but the other twelve Blood Cities joined forces and slaughtered it. This place was then turned into a prison and testing ground. Everything we've been through, everything we've seen, everything we've experienced is false. Every one of our fates was written in advance by the Blood City Lords." Gao Ming looked up at the eternally unchanging, gloomy sky. "Here, we live only to atone for our sins, to endure pain and