Duanmu City.
Having witnessed the grandeur of the Border Wasteland City, Duanmu City now appeared ordinary in Xiao Chen's eyes. However, even an average city in the Great Wasteland emanated a fierce aura.
Time had left its mark on the city walls. In the sunlight, the dark walls shimmered with metallic luster, intimidatingly cold. Their mottled traces could not hide the scars left by swords and spears, reflecting the vicissitudes of the ancient city.
Only on his second visit to Duanmu City did Xiao Chen begin to sense the undercurrents caused by the Thunder Tribulation Spirit Wood. The city was much more bustling than Elder Hua had conveyed, with almost double the usual crowd, exuding an undeniable ferocity.