However, when the Tang and Jin kingdoms were trying to compete with the gods in the north, in the distant holy land, the mushroom cloud caused by the heavenly punishment bomb was still rolling.
Beneath the heavy clouds, in the ruins of Ulan City, under the protection of numerous formations and barriers, there are still some survivors struggling.
“Puff…” Erlabatu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. All the strength in his body was drained, and his soul was about to be shattered. This feeling was absolutely terrible!
Shaking his head, Elabatu managed to muster up the strength to stand up. The surroundings were in a mess, and a large number of guards below the Mahayana stage had died. The defensive barrier above his head had already been broken, and only the last few defensive barriers set up with formation flags could barely hold up a thin layer of defense.
Erlabatu looked at this layer of defense with endless fear in his heart; the powerful bomb exploded over Ulan City, and as a result, the defenses of Ulan City, the City Lord's Mansion, and key areas were torn apart one after another; under that fierce explosion, everything was so fragile.
Finally, the upper level of the basement disappeared and the defense of the basement was torn apart; fortunately, the power of the explosion began to weaken here, and Erlabatu and other masters finally activated the formation flags together and finally escaped death.
But, only a few survived!
Erlabatu will never forget the raging white flames outside the barrier.
The sky was still rumbling, and the world was still dark. Erlabatu took a deep breath, took out the last pill and swallowed it, propped up a true essence shield for himself, and walked out of the defense barrier of the formation flag. He was going to search for survivors!
Going up the collapsed stairs, one can see the scarred ground. A series of bumpy, charred holes have replaced the once prosperous city lord's mansion. The distance is not clear because of the dust.
The City Lord’s Mansion once gathered tens of thousands of experts, but now there is not a single figure to be seen, not even a corpse!
According to his memory, Erlabatu first walked towards the gathering place of the ascetics. However, there was nothing there... No, after a quick scan with his soul, Erlabatu discovered that there was a loose ground here.
"Open!" The spell fell, and a vertical shaft appeared. Elabatu shouted, but there was no echo from inside. He had no choice but to jump down and walk inside. As he walked, Elabatu's face changed. When he got to the bottom of the vertical shaft, the first thing he saw was a few charred skeletons. After walking a few steps, he saw another one, and then another one...
But Erlabatu keenly discovered a characteristic: the toes of all the skeletons were facing forward, the further back one went, the more complete the skeletons became, and the passage was constantly changing and moving downward.
Erlabatu reconstructed the scene bit by bit in his mind:
After hearing their own warning, these ascetics began to dig tunnels—they could not use earth escape techniques, because earth escape techniques would merge themselves with the earth for a short period of time, which was more dangerous;
But not long after these monks started digging, the bomb exploded, and they could only leave one person blocking the entrance to the cave to buy time for more people; if one person fell, another would take his place.
This cycle continues, exchanging life for time.
Erlabatu walked forward step by step and finally saw the first complete corpse. It was charred all over, but it still stood up. The ascetic monk's will and faith had persisted until now. In fact, it was already a pile of charcoal.