As Azrael, Luo Bingqing, and Elyara looked into the distance from the high cliff, a chill ran down their spines and their bodies tensed instinctively.
On the horizon, in every direction, they could clearly see the boundary of the ruins, and beyond that boundary lay nothing but pitch-black space filled with violent spatial turbulence.
The size of Ancient Ruins depended on their rank. An Epic-level ruin could span approximately one million square kilometers. This one, however, was smaller, covering only about forty thousand square kilometers of area.
Beyond that area, there was nothing but violent spatial turbulence strong enough to tear apart even the bodies of Epic-level monsters.
But it wasn't the turbulence that made them uneasy— it was what they saw beyond the cliffs surrounding them.
"Just what kind of place is this?" Elyara asked in a grim voice, her eyes fixed on a mountain about ten kilometers away from their location.
