"Let's get inside the city first."
After contacting Shen Chan through the communication channel, Qiu Ran waved his hand.
Leading a part of the team, they stepped into the eerie district.
The accompanying large battleships were also arranged to land outside the city.
After all, the strange figures hovering in the sky above the Thirteenth District made Qiu Ran feel uneasy.
As the most important means of transportation for this grand migration.
They needed to act cautiously.
Along the way.
Ashes fluttered in the sky, as if performing some kind of ritual.
Watching the empty buildings, Qu Xiaoyao and other transcendent individuals were extremely tense, as they sensed a vague gaze upon them.
The streets were eerily deserted.
Not a single soul in sight.
The scattered cars were already covered with a thick layer of dust.
