In the distance, palace after palace collapsed, almost all the courtyards were destroyed, revealing a sense of ancientness. It was still faintly possible to see their past glory and majesty, everything looked so desolate.
Many places were marked with patches of striking blood and scorched earth from thunderous bombardment, corpses could be seen everywhere on the road.
Even if he hadn't personally witnessed the battle a few days ago, Jiang Hui could somewhat imagine the terrible state of that battle.
Jiang Hui covered the surroundings with his Divine Sense, searching for signs of life.
Looking around, many places were already leveled, with whole swathes of mountains collapsing, ancient and vigorous trees shattered, and rivers being severed midstream.
The ground seemed to have been torn apart by some immense force, opening up large cracks, pitch-black and bottomless, simply resembling canyons.
As Jiang Hui moved on, he felt an increasing sense of desolation.