Someone shouted, alarming a group of creatures. Some talented humans gathered together, vying for the opportunity.
"Another treasure, all for me, Tu Wa Zi!" Tu Wa Zi's eyes gleamed, and he rushed straight into the crowd.
Lin Zhuang and the others followed closely behind him.
Shortly after, the sight of a vast, obscure ruin appeared before them, scattered with broken walls, wrapped in black fog, extending endlessly. The breath of primordial desolation swirled around.
In some places, dark cracks, reaching to ten thousand feet, covered the ground, like grand canyons, filled with traces of past wars. Even time could not diminish these marks, the sharp sense of danger could be felt even from a distance.
However, the group's attention was not on the ruins, but underneath them, brilliant lights were flashing through fragmented tiles and bricks.
