"Bang!"
The four-eared giant's corpse was thrown to the ground. This place was several thousand kilometers from that terrifying battlefield—a vast city whose walls alone stood over a thousand meters high and hundreds of meters thick. They had all been built from some unknown black material, densely carved with mysterious restriction runes.
However magnificent the city was, it had still suffered the ravages of war—and horrific ravages at that. What drew Zhang Yang's attention most was a breach roughly ten kilometers long in the city wall, as though someone had forcibly torn it open with some terrifying weapon.
With such martial power, Zhang Yang had to admit he could not do it. Perhaps a Mahayana Cultivator who had survived the tribulation could?
He was not sure.
In any case, this world was mysterious and powerful. To retain such confidence under the shroud of the Ancient Law of Death, and to possess Spiritual Qi ten times richer than Earth's, was enough to earn his respect.
Because that meant that even if humanity on Earth perished, this world that had fallen into the Ashen Graveyard would still live in great comfort.
For this world to become as broken as the Liaozhai Age of Dharma Decline World, who knew how many millions of years it would take?
Zhang Yang pondered carefully, but his heart was dancing with joy. If he had known, he should have brought the Village Building Order's main body into this world. Just look at the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi here—it was truly wild.
With that in mind, Zhang Yang naturally had no intention of staying put. After confirming that the black-armored leader who had given him that terrifying sense of danger had left, he turned into a shadow and silently crept toward the city.
"Bang!"
Without warning, a