The next day, just as the members of the City of Remains from the Hundred Races prepared for possible crises.
The storm within the fog suddenly calmed, and the immense tremors gradually faded away.
"The epicenter disappeared?"
Looking blankly at the instrument in their hand.
The Burrowing Insect forcibly supported their body with metallic armor, but found that the epicenter that had lasted for days indeed vanished.
"The dark clouds have cleared too..."
At this moment, Peng Bo spread four wings, hovering in the high altitude, attempting to explore the specific details within the fog.
"Has the battle ended?"
He Li stepped forward at this point, directly towards the fog's forefront.
Then, this Ascender solemnly watched the movements emanating from the depths of the fog, every bone within starting to stir restlessly.
Shush shush shush...
Sounding like falling maple leaves, yet also resembling the noise of scales scraping against the ground.
