The battles of words and weapons outside had nothing to do with Lin Feng.
What mattered was that Lin Feng and the others were inside the ancient Yin-Shang capital.
They tried to find a route farther in. The ancient capital had suffered devastating damage.
Once inside, they could see walls damaged by the Great Flood.
The side they had entered from was almost intact, but once they ventured in, they could see that, taking their current position as a reference, the area to their left had been completely inundated by the Great Flood.
Numerous buildings had collapsed under the floodwaters.
There was even a stretch of ground that had caved in entirely.
Below it lay a bottomless abyss.
No one intended to explore its depths. Lin Feng looked down with the Vertical Eye between his brows, but saw nothing.
There was only blackness.
Nothing else was visible.
They had no intention of going down to investigate. Libationer Zhou cast a spell, sending golden light downward.
Even when the golden light vanished, they had seen no reflection.
It was at least ninety zhang deep. Beyond ninety zhang, they could no longer see anything. That was not a good sign.
"There's probably something strange down there. Forget it."
Libationer Zhou got cold feet and looked at Libationer Zhao and Lin Feng. Lin Feng nodded.
Lingering here served no purpose.
Leaving was the right choice.
Libationer Zhao thought so too.
The farther they went, the more skeletal remains they found.
But in a spacious mansion, Lin Feng noticed something different about these latest remains. There were not only armored warriors of the nobility among them, but slaves as well.
Slave Warriors.
The slaves were dressed completely differently from the armored warriors. In one place that must have been an armory, Lin Feng even