Putting away the Ring of Forgetfulness, Su Xiao continued forward. As he walked, he also kept an eye on the road and the black grass on either side, wondering if he could pick up another piece of equipment. Of course, the more of this kind of good fortune, the better.
This was no windfall from the heavens. With such precious items abandoned on the ground, one could imagine what had happened in Doom Town—and how long it had been since anyone had come outside the town.
Previously, Su Xiao had thought that the female contractor had reached the outskirts of Doom Town and tried to enter, only to meet that fate. Now, it seemed that the other party's method of entry had been wrong. She might have entered Doom Town directly.
When Su Xiao reached the vicinity of Doom Town, he discovered that it should not be called a town. The outer walls alone were more than ten meters high, and the buildings inside were even taller. Judging by its area, it occupied roughly half the size of Ango City.
A town with a population of tens of thousands absolutely should not have been unknown. Su Xiao had studied the history of the Light and Dark Era, and there was no place called Doom Town. Towns in the Light and Dark Empire generally had populations of only a few thousand.
The pitch-black walls towered overhead, their surfaces weathered into large, irregular circular pits. Standing beneath the wall, Su Xiao raised a hand and brushed the stone. It was extremely sturdy, while the edges beside the weathered pits were razor-sharp, like crescent-shaped blades.
Climbing over the wall would be unwise. A height of more than ten meters was no obstacle to Su Xiao, but there might be unknown dangers atop it.