Xu Zimei's gaze was fixated on the direction to the east, his figure swiftly heading towards that source.
His speed was extremely fast, and the skulls along the way deliberately avoided him, making way for him.
Passing by several deep pits, Xu Zimei saw some corpses in them.
These corpses carried an aura of immense power; even after tens of thousands of years of erosion by time, they showed no signs of decay.
It was hard to imagine what kind of beings they had been in life.
The weakest of these corpses had already achieved Semi-Saint status, among them were not a few Divine Kings.
Although Xu Zimei had not experienced that great battle, he could truly feel its intensity and brutality.
He continued forward, and after passing hundreds of deep pits, he finally stopped in front of a particularly large one.
This deep pit was shrouded in black fog, making it almost impossible to see clearly what lay inside.
And around the edge of the pit, countless skulls stood guard.
