The temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees, and the light became even dimmer.
The wind and bird song that could still be heard outside just moments ago had completely disappeared.
Now, only their footsteps and breathing remained, sounding especially clear in the deathly silence of the ruins.
The true "Silent Land."
"Watch your step, many areas have collapsed."
Zhang Tiezhu whispered a reminder. He was clearly familiar with the terrain here.
The five of them began to carefully survey the area that would become their battlefield.
The village stretched longitudinally at the bottom of the mountain fold, with a main road buried by wild grass and rubble running through it.
On both sides were dilapidated house ruins, mostly reduced to half-human-high earthen wall bases.
In some places, there were large claw marks and impact traces, obviously left by battles from past years.
