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.