The sky was shattered into fragments, the Holy Land directly reduced to ruins, and everything buried beneath. This level of warfare was, truth be told, a little beyond Jiang Chen's imagination.
Even the battle when Emperor Qin fell in Xianyang back in the day, was nowhere near this scale.
Jiang Chen had no idea what kind of beings could have clashed here to reduce this place to its current state.
Perhaps only the legendary Quasi-Saints had such capabilities.
With this thought, Jiang Chen prepared to leave.
After all, whether this place truly had anything to do with the Quasi-Saints, the boundless aura of destruction enveloping the sky was enough to make Jiang Chen reconsider.
A careless encounter with that aura of destruction was beyond his current abilities to resist. Even if there were stunning opportunities hidden here, they would mean nothing if Jiang Chen did not survive to seize them.
