Wherever the eye can see.
All are decayed shelves, along with several rotten and rusty divine weapons.
Some divine weapons have even turned into sludge.
Jiang Fan had encountered similar situations several times, so he wasn't surprised.
Unless it's a spiritual artifact, it's hard to withstand the erosion of thousands of years.
And he also noticed the sword box mentioned by Yu Peiyuan.
It leaned against the corner of the wall, the only non-decayed thing in the hall.
Quite conspicuous!
Jiang Fan flashed over.
Yet, he didn't act impulsively.
He found it somewhat odd.
Why wasn't the sword box placed on the shelf?
But instead, it was leaning against the wall separately?
Thinking it over, he punched a gust of wind from a distance to knock the sword box to the ground.
Swish—
An astonishingly chilling light suddenly shot out from behind the wall behind the sword box.
It grazed past Jiang Fan.
With terrifying power that made his heart race!
Boom—
Immediately.
