Du Yu's body slowly passed through the mud sphere and entered it.
Lin Shiwei quietly slipped inside along the hollow carved patterns and cracks of the mud sphere.
Du Yu looked around; inside this huge mud sphere, there were obvious traces of battle.
But he didn't see any blood, Demon Crystals, or corpses. There was barely even a hint of blood in the air.
Clearly, the soldiers had handled the Cold Beast corpses well, and would smear mud over the walls immediately to cover up the blood and repair the mud sphere.
The problem was, although these three soldiers kept the environment tidy, their own states were far from good.
Clothes were messy, faces caked with dirt.
You could tell these three were defending this place with everything they had, fighting for their lives!
Looking at the solemn expressions of the soldiers, Du Yu could hardly imagine what kind of desperate battle they had gone through here.
"What's your surname?" Du Yu suddenly asked.
