The destruction of Hippo Ancient City was far worse than imagined. This great city-state, once teeming with slaves, now showed scarcely a trace of living creatures.
Dried corpse stains lingered on the walls. In the cracks of the corners, tiny scraps of charred flesh still remained. The sharp-horned remnants of giant centipedes had nearly fused with the city walls, dyeing the entire city-state a tender red.
Li Ziran had never expected an Ancient Clan to exist beneath this city-state. Even now, he had not figured out which race it belonged to.
His footsteps rustled across the streets, as though he were treading on thick gravel. This was the powdery debris formed after those centipedes exploded.
He crouched and lightly brushed some up. It resembled cinnabar. He touched it to the corner of his mouth and gave it a slight lick. It carried a hint of copper ore, yet it was completely unlike any element Li Ziran had seen before.
It was a hybrid—an unusual element formed after the elements inside living creatures had been scorched.
He had never seen anything like it.
The entire city-state was covered in this sandy dust, a thin layer blanketing everything like spring snow. Every step Li Ziran took left behind faint footprints.
It seemed that only his footprints remained here. When he turned to look back, there was only that light row stretching along the broad street, and Li Ziran could not help but laugh.
The Tide's devastation had practically dragged Hippo Ancient City into an apocalypse. That unforeseeable blazing light had roasted every living thing here into powder.
The living creatures had vanished, yet the city-state remained. Only now did Li Ziran notice Hippo Ancient City's peculiarity. Amid the chaotic elemental glare, its walls seemed not to have suffered the slightest damage.
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