The space is filled with cyan, with a little smell of fog. Where the mist passes, all living things turn into nothingness. The big snakes, who were struggling and hissing at first, only left a pool of pus blood. The gold, silver and jewelry piled up in the square, including the terra cotta warriors made of metal, were also eroded by the fog and covered with a dark surface, which could no longer move.

Yang Tianmu stares at all these things. Seeing that several Python have not been turned into a pool of pus even if they have any resistance, he immediately runs away. However, this is a closed underground...