Yi Nanshan got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows that took up an entire wall.
He picked up a pair of binoculars and gazed toward the Restricted Area Battlefield.
Over the Restricted Area, dark, black clouds roiled and churned.
With every churn, blood-red layers of clouds were revealed within.
The interweaving of blood-red and pitch-black created an intense sense of oppression.
Even though the sky outside the Restricted Area was perfectly clear, the sight of those dark clouds sent a chill down one's spine.
Beneath the dark clouds lay the Restricted Area.
It was also a gathering place for demonic and mutated beasts.
After a long while, Yi Nanshan lowered the binoculars in his hands.
His expression was grave. "It seems this time, even Six- and Seven-Star demonic beasts are involved!"
"Grandpa, then... what should we do?" Yi Zhao asked, his expression panicked.
He was Yi Nanshan's eldest grandson, already twenty-five this year.
