Thunder roared.
Heavy rain poured.
Fierce winds howled.
Gullies crisscrossed.
An endless black night, the world before their eyes was dim and lightless.
What appeared in front of Yi Lin was a familiar yet hopeless world.
No trace of human life, no hope, no light.
This was the apocalypse.
This place had faced destruction, life was devastated.
Black eternal ghost flames burned on the earth, the ravines were like scars torn by some gigantic creature, unable to heal.
Collapsed skyscrapers, bridges twisted into pretzels standing upright, a battlefield covered in grey ash.
Rivers stained with blood, melting snow mountains, shattered peaks, oceans floating with countless white bones.
Behind Yi Lin, the entrance created by Greene slowly repaired itself, closing once more.
Yi Lin and Greene were moving through the air.
He "had" been here before.
He "had" experienced an unforgettable journey here.
He "had" a legendary story here.
This place,
