Ignoring the bewildered expressions of the two old men, Liu Zixuan, the beautiful master, and Luo Xi stormed straight into the main tomb chamber.
This main tomb chamber was unlike any they had seen before; the usual ones often had unique architecture marked with historical traces, allowing easy dating. But this chamber contained only over a dozen floating coffins at the far end, and nothing else.
Moreover, it was vast and empty, as large as two big football fields, with walls carved smooth as if naturally shaped.
At this moment, the enormous space was strewn with over twenty lifeless bodies, while many others, severely injured, leaned against or sat on the ground, making the scene a picture of utter chaos.
Among those standing before the dozen coffins, most were disheveled and looked rather battered.
Seeing the scorch marks on their clothing, Liu Zixuan guessed that the so-called fire dragon must have been triggered by a mechanism.
