C472 Xiao ba zhen society

10 AM in the morning.

The sky and the surroundings were covered in a thick, grayish black fog, blocking the surroundings. Even though it was daytime, it was no different from night. The cold wind whistled, but the weird thing was that the fog could not be dispersed.

The fog had already covered the road and the town of Lutuo.

In just a day's time, this place has changed greatly