Before their eyes, within this vast underground space, there was only a narrow pathway for walking.
Everywhere else, various longswords of different shapes and sizes were haphazardly thrust into the ground, their tips pointed downward.
The collection included large two-handed swords, medium-sized wide-blade swords, broadswords, knight swords, rapiers, and so on, encompassing nearly all types of swords.
At a glance, under the faint illumination of light crystal stones embedded in the surrounding walls, the swords formed a dense, seemingly endless spectacle, grand beyond belief.
It resembled a steel army standing tall on a battlefield, filling the hearts of onlookers with a sense of awe.
Upon closer inspection, Leo Ray noticed that-
There were no dazzling colors on these longswords. Most of them were corroded and mottled, even the blades were covered in rust, giving them a strong sense of antiquity.
"Well, this can only be described as a sword tomb."
