A group of people entered the vast blackened wasteland, surrounded by desolation, without any signs of life.
Deathly silent, calm.
The group kept moving forward, Alfred holding a dial in his hand, its pointer always pointing in the same direction, unaffected by Alfred's movements.
Like a compass.
After traveling for a long time, a black city wall suddenly appeared before everyone.
The wall was about ten meters high, entirely black, composed of massive stones piled together, exuding a heavy and ancient aura.
At the center of the city wall.
A giant gate stood erect.
The gate was made of black iron, carved with intricate runes.
It was still Iron Stone Bishop.
He approached the gate slowly, placing one hand on it, seemingly deciphering the information of the runes.
This process lasted about five minutes.
The black iron gate suddenly opened, releasing a thick stench of blood.
Baiyu furrowed his brows.
Such a strong smell of blood indicated there must be creatures inside.
