The sentence was very strange.
It was as if he had been there before but had lost his memory.
Meng Chao did not have time to think about the details.
He just followed the Wolf King and explored clockwise circles, not letting go of any trace on the ground.
The big magic explosion three thousand years ago had almost destroyed everything.
All the war machines and corpses of the supreme warriors had turned into fine sandy ashes and were sucked into the magic storm. There were no fingernail-sized shards left at the bottom of the giant hole.
However, the extremely high temperature of the explosion, after penetrating the war machines and the bodies of the supreme experts, had left a large number of strange-shaped silhouettes on the ground.
It was as if part of the mechanical remains and human tissues had been compressed until they were as thin as cicada wings, deeply imprinted on the ground.
