The gloomy street was pervaded by an air of deathly silence.
Countless ruins lay under shrouds of dark clouds, like an endless night.
The biting cold felt like ice, and just standing there for a moment was enough to send shivers down one's spine.
The street, wrapped in a frigid aura, was utterly terrifying, like a plunge into absolute darkness.
At the far end of the street, an aberration disguised as a peddler stared at Shen Bai, its eyes cold and brutal.
As the peddler aberration drew closer, Shen Bai could sense its incredibly powerful aura.
'As expected of the aberration that took destroying an entire street to summon. It's truly formidable.' Shen Bai narrowed his eyes, his fingers slowly tracing the blade of the Cold Moon Sword.
Aberrations have no humanity. Even as Shen Bai was lost in thought, the peddler aberration made its move.
The peddler aberration shook a Bell. An intermittent JINGLE JINGLE echoed through the ruined street.
