Occasionally, heavy and oppressive yellow arcs of lightning flashed across the dim sky quietly.
Lu Sheng walked along the ruined plaza step by step with his knife in one hand.
The plaza was of a circular shape, with a white statue at its center. The statue was in the shape of an old woman that had both of her arms broken off holding a walking stick in her armpit. Her head was slightly raised, and she wore a wrinkly cape on her back.
Everything else, aside from a piece of sapphire about the size of a nail embedded in the chest of the statue, was gray.
Lu Sheng walked all the way here by breaking through walls without seeing any sign of living beings on his way here. The only strange thing that he saw was this statue.
"Whooosh…"
The wind got colder as it surged around the plaza, causing the corners of his clothes to flap backward. A faint layer of white frost started to appear in some of the corners.