"This was also a battlefield from the great war," Shibeng said, casually pointing to an open area.
The ground was littered with all sorts of shattered stones—apparently the remains of Mineral Race members who had fought here.
Even the adjacent stone walls were studded with jagged, crystalline spikes of all colors, creating a bizarre sight.
Some of these spikes even emitted a faint glow, dotting the passage like brilliant streetlights.
'In the eyes of the Mineral Race, these are probably just scattered limbs, right?' Mo Ling thought, then glanced at Shibeng.
Shibeng, however, remained expressionless, seemingly unfazed by the remnants of war.
'He's not scared at all?'
Humans would surely recoil from a place littered with the remains of their own kind, but the Mineral Race seemed to have no such concept.
