Elsewhere, Shen Luo's figure weaved through the streets between the blocks, rapidly moving forward, heading straight toward the direction of the Astronomical Bureau.
The extent of the damage within the city along the way far exceeded his expectations.
Especially on both banks of the Furong Canal that passed through the city and connected to the Xingqing Lake of the Royal Garden, the scene was one of unspeakable tragedy.
The brick and stone masonry that originally composed the riverbanks appeared to have been continuously rammed by some massive creature, with signs of collapse and crumbling all along the bank. The once-clear River Water had also turned murky.
Shen Luo looked at the traces of blood on the ground along the bank and the floating corpses in the River, a flicker of unbearable sorrow passed through his eyes.
