Why is it foggy?
Three blocks away, the hook-nosed leader noticed that the group was suddenly engulfed by a thick white fog.
"Captain, this fog isn't right."
A few minutes later, everyone circled back to their original spot.
The man with the hooked nose narrowed his eyes.
Of course not.
Snow City has never had a foggy day.
He took a compass from his pocket.
As the blood and qi were injected, the pointer began to spin rapidly.
After a moment, the pointer stopped, indicating the location of the small building.
"Stay close to me."
The team members all moved closer to him.
The group moved slowly forward through the " Fog of War."
The Mist Lord, hidden deep within the mist, was somewhat surprised to see this scene.
Support Martial Artifact extremely rare.
Especially those that can only give directions to people who have no sense of direction.
However, it proved remarkably effective in areas shrouded in the Fog of War.
The Mist Lord added another wave of fog to reduce visibility, trying to buy as much time as possible.
"We can leave now."
"Giant Overlord said on the Local Area Network."
Without hesitation, the Mist Lord fled along the pre-planned routes.
Five minutes later, the Fog of War dissipated.
Seeing this, the hook-nosed man put away the compass.
"Hurry up."
Having come from a military background, the group was highly professional, advancing swiftly in combat formation.
In less than ten minutes, they arrived at the headquarters of the False Circus.
"This..."
Seeing the mess on the ground, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
The mangled corpses of the False Circus members lay scattered on the ground.
In the center of the courtyard is a large pit more than ten meters deep, and you can still faintly see fist marks at the bottom of the pit.
It's hard to believe that such a huge crater was created by someone punching it.
The small building has been reduced to ruins.
The Flesh and Blood that had Fusion with the building had long since rotted away and disappeared, leaving nothing behind.
The surrounding area bears the marks of fire, lightning strikes, corrosion, and forced demolition.
If you didn't know better, you'd think this was some kind of Abyss Battlefield.
"Let's see if there are any survivors."
The hook-nosed man gave the order.
Although the chances are extremely slim, if a survivor were to be found, the events that occurred here would immediately become clear.
The men in gray coats began searching and cleaning up the mess.
However, the Circus had just cleaned the place before leaving, and the gray-coat man didn't find anything useful.
"Has this place been attacked by a strange beast?"
Looking out from the distant rooftop at the False Circus's location, a chill Slacking on the Sidelines down my spine.
They arrived a few minutes earlier, only to find that someone had already taken care of the False Circus before them.
Passerby A analyzed, "Judging from the extent of the damage at the scene, the attackers must have had at least two Intermediate Martial Artist, and they were at least level five or six."
Slacking on the Sidelines and asked, "People from the military?"
Passerby A shook his head. "Impossible."
"A small outpost can be taken care of by the Inspection Team; the Military Department doesn't need to mobilize troops."
Wang Biao, standing beside him, frowned as he looked at the familiar lightning strike mark, lost in thought.
"Regardless of who did it, it saved us a lot of effort." Slacking on the Sidelines patted Wang Biao on the shoulder.
Wang Biao nodded. "Perhaps they've done too many immoral things, and someone couldn't stand it anymore."
Passerby A said in a deep voice, "The waters in Snow City are getting deeper and deeper."
"Such a powerful force has emerged without a sound."
He stretched and paddled Slacking on the Sidelines: "Who cares! The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish."
"The more chaotic Snow City becomes, the more opportunities we'll have to make our appearance."
"It's getting late, go home and get some sleep. We'll continue searching for that hundred million tomorrow morning."
Having said that, Slacking on the Sidelines and turned to leave.
Passerby A glanced at the gray coat still cleaning up the scene from afar, and then followed closely behind.
Only Wang Biao remained standing in the snow, lost in thought.
Late at night, the Inspection Team that had completed its on-site investigation had left, and a long cordon had been set up around the area.
Splash--
A burly figure descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard.
He carried a huge wooden box on his back; he was Taoist had just arrived in Snow City.
The Taoist squatted in front of the ruins, picked up a pinch of dust, and sniffed it.
"Disappeared."
Who did it?
Immediately, the Taoist priest got up and began searching through the ruins.
Unfortunately, like the men in gray coats, the Taoist turned the ruins upside down but found nothing.
"It was taken."
The Taoist took out a yellow talisman, traced its shape in the air, and then ignited it with his vital energy.
The talisman burned completely, turning into a wisp of green smoke that dissipated into the world.
The Taoist seemed to sense something, and his brows gradually relaxed.
"Still in the Northern Territory."
The door of the roadside hotel was pushed open.
A man wearing a black cloak stepped out.
He looked up at the blood moon in the sky and murmured softly, "Is this world about to end too?"
After pausing for a moment, the man withdrew his gaze, pulled his cloak tighter around himself, and hurried away.
A few minutes later, a group of people in gray coats arrived at the hotel.
The leader tapped on the front desk, waking the inn's night watchmen.
"Someone reported that a wanted criminal may be working in your store."
Have you seen this person before?
As soon as he finished speaking, the team leader took out the wanted poster with a bounty of one hundred million.
Qin Ze slept for three days and two nights.
I opened my eyes and felt intense soreness in every part of my body.
His mind went blank for a while before the memories of that night flooded back.
That night, after the Desolate God Bloodline was activated, he was completely controlled by his subconscious and lost all control.
And this consciousness, without a doubt, comes from the Desolate God Bloodline.
Qin Ze went to the bathroom, washed his face, and looked at his pale face in the mirror, as if he had just been seriously ill.
" Desolate God... God..."
This is not the first time Qin Ze has activated the Desolate God Bloodline.
The first time was in the Abyss during the beast tide in the hundred cities.
The second experiment was one he conducted privately later on.
Both times, he deeply experienced the power of the Desolate God Bloodline, which provided a comprehensive boost to all aspects of his body.
The power of the bloodline is very strong, but it puts a great strain on the body, and the negative effects are even more severe than those of the " Three-Second Real Man ".
Qin Ze always tried to avoid using it as much as possible.
That night, faced with the bizarre monster, the Desolate God Bloodline was activated and went berserk, completely out of control.
This made him see another drawback of the Desolate God Bloodline.
A fatal flaw.
Qin Ze recalled his state at the time; influenced by the Desolate God Bloodline, he was extremely excited.
It's like a traveler in the desert suddenly spotting an oasis, wanting to rush straight to it.
That monster wasn't very strong.
Even after activating the Desolate God Bloodline, Qin Ze had only just reached the initial stage of level six.
The monster's strength lies in its maddening mental impact.
However, the Desolate God Bloodline is immune to this.
"That subconscious... is it Desolate God?"
Qin Ze fell into deep thought.
That old man wouldn't be thinking of using his bloodline as a medium to reincarnate through impure earth, would he?
If that's the case, then this bloodline is better off gone.
What exactly is the relationship between the Desolate God Bloodline and that monster?
As he muttered to himself, Qin Ze's brain began to work at lightning speed.