After crossing three ancient barriers continually, Shi Yan felt exhausted. As he was about to use the pellets to recover, his eyes suddenly brightened.
Ye Xiong, Zhu Yi, Yue Ying, and Yun Xiu arrived one by one, their faces eager. They too looked ahead with surprise.
There was no ferocious energy fluctuation. The ground there was deep red, without a single grass. Cold gusts blew, as if they wanted to chase all the clouds away, fluttering distantly.
It was a huge broken tomb. White bones piled up, such that they couldn’t even see where it ended. That area was covered in an ash-gray mist, which was thin but filled with a cold aura.
Many killing formations in this graveyard were completely broken. The incomplete formations had lost their effects.
