A gust of wind blew and Jian Wushuang looked around calmly.
He saw that the city was barren, but the divine power aura and law aura were unusually thick.
The city was densely built with countless low palaces. In front of each Palace, there was a wooden tablet with different numbers.
From 1,000 to 1st place, a total of 1000 low palaces were arranged in a 'one' shape.
Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes. From the moment he stepped into the first city, he could sense that there seemed to be a pair of invisible eyes watching him.
Jian Wushuang knew that it was not an illusion. If he was not wrong, the owner of the eyes should be 'that lord'.
Jian Wushuang did not care. He walked to the entrance of the Thousandth Palace, took off his wooden token, and knocked on the door.
Bang!
The next moment, a burly man walked out of the hall with a giant hammer in his hand.
