The trees without leaves stretched out from the ground like claws.
The wood turned purple under the high purity of magic power.
Andrew looked up and found that the sky was as red as blood.
The sky was normal when you looked from the second floor to the third floor.
However, on the third floor, the sky looked red.
So far, no one had been able to figure out what was going on with this strange phenomenon.
But in comparison, the environment in front of him was even more frightening.
There were few leaves on the ground.
The ground was wet and soft as if it was soaked in blood. It could also squeeze out red liquid like blood, but there was no smell of blood.
Instead, the air was filled with a poppy-like bitterness.
The sound of the wind was not whistling, but more like ghosts roaring. It was sharp and ear-piercing, like the hundreds of ghosts roaring when breaking through the consciousness barrier.
Even the river nearby was bright red.