In the distance behind, there is overwhelming mist, like a sandstorm that is about to strike, with the oppressive feeling of black clouds overwhelming the city.

"There is the edge of this small world. If you go there, you will come out at the edge of other directions. It seems that we are at the edge of the small world. Let's go forward." Zhang Han took Zi Yan's hand and walked forward.

At the same time, Zhang Han's spiritual consciousness stretched out, and he could detect it within a radius of 50 meters. If it was underground, he could only feel a distance of about ten meters.