The Record of Unusua Chapter 797 Traces of Humans

The journey to Inferno had turned out to be nothing like they ever imagined.

An inconspicuous small-displacement car was driving silently across the lush wilderness. Turbulent air kicked up leaves at the rear of the vehicle. The world was so vast, yet the car was so small that it looked like a bug running across the grasslands. If it were not for the occasionally visible rock formations behind the clouds, no one would have imagined that there was another layer of crust hanging in the sky.

The car ground to a halt in front of a black "mountain