It was a kind of unwillingness, a tragic grandeur, an echo of battle that spanned countless ages and still lingered.
Suddenly.
Su Xiaowan, walking at the front, stopped in her tracks.
Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"We can't proceed further ahead."
Her voice carried a trace of gravity.
"There's an invisible energy barrier up ahead, likely one of the core restrictions that remain in these ruins, blocking our path forward."
Luo Qingchen followed her gaze.
Ahead lay a relatively intact plaza.
The ground of the plaza was paved with a massive piece of Obsidian, smooth as a mirror.
At the center of the plaza stood a towering, broken statue a hundred feet high.
The statue seemed to depict a giant winged dragon, but its head and half of its body were already missing.
And at the entrance to the plaza, the air slightly distorted, forming an almost imperceptible transparent barrier.
"Let me try and see if I can find a weak point."
Su Xiaowan took a deep breath.
