"It's the Death Report Ridge District!" Ning Xin's voice carried a hint of joy. After recognizing the surroundings, she emphasized, "We've returned to the Death Report Ridge District!"
Seeing this, although everyone remained vigilant, their hearts were faintly relieved.
Dong!
Accompanied by another enormous bell toll, the surrounding mist churned violently and completely receded.
The Curse Spirits let out unwilling howls, but soon all sounds vanished.
When the vision was fully restored, Gu Pan found herself standing in front of a massive, ancient church.
On the surrounding streets, countless figures were swarming like ants from all directions.
Their expressions were somewhat dazed, but their facial features were clear and distinct. They were not the Curse Spirits from earlier, seemingly ordinary residents of this place.
