Chu Mu chased the Dead Dream for a while, but discovered that in the places it flew over, all of the plants would wither...

“Wu wu wu~~~~”

Mo Xie let out a cry, indicating that Chu Mu should look behind.

Chu Mu turned around, and astonishingly discovered that some gray misty hue was falling onto Xiang Rong City behind Dead Dream. It was as if a gray paint was being smeared onto a city of a painting.

“It’s…” Chu Mu didn’t understand. The Dead Dream didn’t have any interest in attacking humans, but why did it go to such great lengths to destroy Xiang Rong City’s plants? Did it have some sort of enmity against the city?

After chasing for a while, Chu Mu was gradually unable to keep up with its speed.

The Dead Dream looked as if it was passing through the air elegantly and slowly, but its speed was actually very fast. Mo Xie was unable to keep up.

Examining the surroundings, no matter if it were the red cedar on the streets, the white paulownia in the courtyards, the willows beside the gardens and...