Ruins Ridge.
In the morning, the sun already hung high in the sky.
Streaks of golden light spilled through the dense forest, cascading over the collapsed ancient city walls and the decrepit ancient buildings.
The ancient structures, permeated with the traces of time, were mottled in layers.
Time had torn open, using these city walls and buildings as vessels, presenting a chilling desolation and cluttered antiquity.
The murderous aura filled with the passage of years emanated from the corpses and broken blades beneath the ancient city walls and buildings, carrying a coldness.
As sunlight fell, it finally added a touch of warmth.
Lin Tian, Wang Simeng, and others stood atop a section of the collapsed city wall, staring at the heaps of corpses and weapons piled up like mountains before them, all falling silent for a moment.
Ancient battlefield, strewn with corpses!
