As the light shone, Xu Bai could see the situation around him clearly.
The walls on both sides were carved with embossed sculptures that looked unusually vivid.
As it had been underground all this time, it was not eroded by the wind, so it could be seen clearly.
People dressed in barbarian clothes were holding weapons in their hands. They were riding on warhorses and killing in a city.
The images on both sides were perfectly connected. One city after another had been killed by them, leaving behind ruins and mountains of corpses. These corpses were wearing the clothes of ordinary people.
The commoners wailed as they knelt on the ground and raised their hands as if they were praying for the blessings of the heavens.
Blood, flames, smoke, and corpses. These scenes continued to fuse and construct themselves within.
A scene was carved on the mural, like a living hell.
"He's really not a human being!" Xu Bai frowned.
