Huang Xiaolong, Jiang Yuan, and Ji Zhengyu arrived at the island nation of Dongying.
No one knew which city this was, but it was all the same, at this very moment, the inside of the island was almost completely in ruins.
The entire country had been ravaged by a storm of death, and various evil Qi baptisms, had long become desolate, mottled beyond recognition.
Those grand skyscrapers of yesterday were now decayed, their walls bleeding, covered in vine-like creeping demons.
The air was filled with a foul, stench and the miasma of decay.
Everywhere one could see, various fragmented skeletons were scattered haphazardly.
There were even some places where bodies were piled up like small hills, utterly nauseating.
Stepping on the ground, it creaked as if one were walking on mud, due to the thick layer of filthy blood and minced flesh that had accumulated on the ground.