Chapter 93: Apocalypse-Level Crisis

At this moment,

Kunlun Mountain, in a large video conference room.

A massive rosewood table was set up here, large enough to seat thirty people, but at the moment, only about a dozen were gathered in the conference hall, discussing something with serious expressions.

Across the table, several 100-inch liquid crystal displays were set up, engaged in a video call.

The counterparts of the conversation were not members of the Black-Clothed Guard but representatives of supernatural institutions from around the globe.

Over the past month, a total of 19 instances of the red mist events had occurred globally!

The longest lasted for 30 minutes, and the shortest was a mere two minutes.

Once the red mist dissipated, every building and creature inside disappeared, along with the soil down to a depth of 5 meters—it was as though a piece had been cleanly sliced off with a knife, leaving an unnaturally smooth edge.