"This ... This must be ... The secret collection Pavilion ..."
secret collection Pavilion ...
'Hu-'
In the sealed space below the ground, echoes were echoing from all directions.
A gust of cold wind rose from the ground, sweeping up a large amount of dust and sand into the air.
It was as if countless evil spirits were stirring in the darkness.
Song qingjiang raised the chaotic green lamp in his hand, and the black gas retreated again.
The sand and dust quickly dispersed, revealing the environment within the underground Palace.
With the light, everyone could already vaguely see their surroundings.
"Ah!"
"Ah ..."
There were piles of white bones all around.
The corpses of the people who had died in the massacre of the city were stacked up and buried in the surroundings.
They formed a ring wall, surrounding all the people who fell.
