The "city wall" is dyed a faint, grayish black, and the windows and doors belonging to the original building are messily inlaid on its surface. Some are open, and the dilapidated tables and chairs inside can be seen, and some are closed tightly, as if they have been closed. Unable to pull.

Lumian glanced at it, then looked up at the bloody "mountain" behind the "city wall".

At this distance, even though the high-altitude fog is still thick and the light penetrating into this world is quite thin, he can clearly see the details of the "mountain".