Ye Changfeng and Xiang Beifei appeared atop the cliff, where a cool breeze brushed past, carrying a hint of chill.
The cliff was empty and desolate, devoid of other figures.
"It's this aura! It's those things... Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage! They must have been here just now," Xiang Beifei said in a heavy tone.
The strange aura here was very similar to what they had encountered in the City of the Old Days!
Ye Changfeng's gaze swept over the cliff, and he, too, sensed a powerful presence here — but in reality, everywhere in the foreign wasteland harbored strong residues of presence, left as markers by desolate beasts as they passed by, mainly to deter other desolate beasts and establish their territory.
"There's a dead miasma worm here."