Zhang Han couldn't see through it, but somehow, he felt that the city seemed to have existed before.

On the ninety-sixth layer.

As he got closer to the city, the vast aura of vicissitudes hit him in the face.

This city must have existed for a long time.

There were still many traces of blood on the enormous city walls. The damaged places represented that this city had also undergone the baptism of war.

The two of ...