Elder Yi Yu squinted his eyes, looked in the direction he pointed, and was slightly stunned.
Far away, there were many messy tombstones in the vast wasteland. Even if they were a distance away, they could clearly feel the aura of intense sinister suppression.
Oppressive!
Heavy!
Stern!
A cold and intense blood aura permeated through the air, causing them to be shocked.
"This is… the burial area for the true gods?" muttered Elder Yi Yu. "Clan Leader, you mean—"
Yi Zhao raised his chin. "No, look again."
Elder Yi Yu was dazed. When he looked further, he saw that there was an extraordinary black color connecting heaven and earth.
"That's… a wall?!" Elder Yi Yu widened his eyes slightly.
Hearing his words, Nan Yifan and the rest immediately looked over. However, their eyesight wasn't as good as Elder Yi Yu, let alone Yi Zhao. Hence, they could only forcefully see a black line.