Qin Zuijia woke up in a grassy plain with ten people laying by his sides. The sky was now dark, and the amount of resentful energy bombarded those who are in. Qin Zuijia felt as if a giant boulder is placed on top of him.
The air was heavy, the sky was dark, and the moon is nowhere to be seen. Moving felt painful, breathing felt heavy. There was a subtle feeling of oppression that makes each and everyone in there not know how to move. Qin Zuijia turned to his left, he gasped for breath, but the air was covered with miasma which almost made him want to puke his guts out. He hasn't eaten for a week, he'd have to vomit out stomach fluids.