Nangong Wulian looked below him. His deep set eyes contained a tinge of curiosity.
The countless tents of Blood of God’s army resembled a sea that was black and red in color.
There were a lot of faintly discernible, disjointed white lines in this red-and-black sea. These white lines were from the ruins of the Wall of North Sea.
The tallest of the broken walls was nine meters tall, while the shortest was only one meter high. They stood along the old defensive line. Looking at them from afar, they looked like an old hair comb with its teeth broken. They had endured through the harsh winter and made it to spring. The grass around them was covered with snow remnants from the winter. The dust that had gathered on them during the winter made them look dirty and scattered, resembling the defeated North Sea Division.