C1156 Yin puppet

Within the ruins, the world was covered in a dusky color, and a faint smell of blood floated in the air. This place had already become a killing field, with massacres everywhere, and from time to time, life would perish.

Somewhere, the nebulous fog was rising, and a sharp ghostly wail came out from it. One could vaguely see the gray figure of a person flying within the nebulous fog