The two flew at high altitude, looking down as they went.
Below them lay ring-shaped pits, each surrounded by the same towering barriers.
Encircled by black scorched earth and volcanoes, they resembled Demon Eyes, brimming with malice as they wickedly watched every person who intruded into their territory.
Along the edges of those ring-shaped pits were mountain ranges that rose and fell, connected end to end.
They were towering barriers that no human could possibly climb without tools.
They stood upon this scorched land, gazing lonely at the sky, as if voiceless cries of loneliness and despair emanated from them.
The barriers surrounding the ring-shaped pits were all sheer cliff faces, rising straight up and down like the teeth of giant beasts stretching toward the sky.
Inside every pit were broken mining machines and dilapidated temporary residences, most of them corroded until only ruins and fragments remained.
The scene was vastly different from the first ring-shaped pit Xia Chujian and the others had seen.
There had been no mining equipment there, only Remnants hidden inside Mechas, driving humans to mine.
The ground at the bottom of every pit was dotted with pitch-black openings that were clearly abandoned mine shafts.
Scattered mineral deposits and gemstones lay everywhere, obvious remnants left behind after the mines had been hollowed out.
There were no people here, nor were there any Remnants.
There was not the slightest trace of living aura.
Darkness and desolation ruled these ring-shaped pits.
In the darkness, a suffocating aura seemed to spread soundlessly.
From closer up, they could almost hear sinister whispers and hoarse calls coming from the depths of the mine shafts, carrying an indescribable terror.
And on the barren scorched earth around the ring-shaped pits, there was no sign of life at all.
Not even a single blade