Crack!
A slight noise echoed, especially grating in the silent underground world. Shi Hao tensed every nerve and quickly backpedaled dozens of steps.
This was a collapsed dead city, where any sound was extremely terrifying.
His gaze sharp, the Primordial Spirit in the center of his eyebrows transformed into a golden sun, unleashing the most powerful psychic perception to explore the surroundings.
Furthermore, the Dual Pupils he possessed were covered with characters, interweaving into a blazing light, capturing any nearby anomalies.
A deathly stillness, no sound whatsoever, the vast ruins reverted back to desolation. Shi Hao found nothing; his heart was hairy. What was secretly lurking there?
This dead city had existed for unknown eons; even the Divine Gold once inscribed with characters had turned to rotten iron, and the massive stones were weathered, bound to turn to dust.
