Xu Zimei had seen many cities, but this one was unlike any other.
Its walls were made of black bricks, as ordinary as could be.
As the continuous walls disappeared from view, observed from above, the city walls seemed to form a cross.
At each of the cross's four endpoints stood a different gate, each representing a different direction.
Whether it was these bricks or the materials used to build the city, nothing was unusual.
Xu Zimei had seen many cities before, especially those vast in area, each with its own flair.
Some were vast and ethereal, others coiled like a dragon, yet others pounced like a tiger.
But this City of Destruction left Xu Zimei at a loss for words to describe it.
If he had to say something, it would be ordinary.
The ground seemed filled with despair, lifeless.
Underfoot was the bare earth, not even the hardiest weed in sight.
The Immortal Crane stopped at the station closest to the city because flying was not allowed within the city.
