Death Palace, like an ancient range of mountains suspended amidst the gray mist, its hazy and pitch-black silhouette conveyed a sense of profound weight.
Ascending the giant stone steps, they scrutinized the half-broken Ancestral Monarch Warship. The ship's body was utterly wrecked, nearly disintegrated, marked by traces of annihilation. Xiao Chen and the others focused intently on those crimson claw prints, their hearts heavy with unease.
Upon a meticulous search of the Monarch Warship, traces of dark red were found within — remnant stains left by dried blood, a grim sign.
"Bang."
Xiao Chen forcefully pried open a section of the deck. Clearing a pile of shipwreck debris, hundreds of skeletal remains emerged before their eyes.
"This..."
The Nine-Headed Snake gasped, his breath caught. So many remains, an utterly horrifying scene—these were undoubtedly cultivators from Jiuzhou who, even after fleeing here, could not escape death.
