As the outline of the city ahead appeared, Qin An slightly furrowed his brows.
In front of him lay ruins; everywhere visible to the naked eye was dark, permeated with a feeling of extreme oppressiveness.
Gray smoke was even rising from the city walls, looking incredibly desolate, like the end of the world.
"What exactly happened here?" Qin An asked, with a serious look on his face at the sight before him.
Then, he raised Cold Star and flew high up at great speed, heading toward the city wall.
The closer he got to the wall, the more he could smell a burned odor emanating.
This burned smell seemed endless, pouring in from the city ahead.
Alongside the burnt smell, clouds of dust rose up, making anyone who inhaled it feel unwell.
Amidst the dust, the city's outline appeared extremely pitiful, stirring deep emotion.
"Bang!"
A dull sound echoed.
When Qin An landed on the city wall, he immediately took in the scene behind the wall.
