C192 The Other Group of Survivors
"What in the world is this place, to have such things?" Zhao Dong muttered to himself in disbelief.
But just then, another tendril of black mist surged from the ground behind him.
Zhao Dong instinctively stepped back, but not quickly enough.
The mist, which seemed to carry a corrosive gas, made contact with his arm, and Zhao Dong watched in horror as his clothes began to dissolve like snow