The monastery ahead was quite abandoned for an unknown amount of time.
Su Ziyu could hardly see any living person, only those wandering undead nearby. But even though they had been dead for a long time, they still retained a formidable combat ability. If he relied solely on swordsmanship, dealing with them would be a bit troublesome.
The natives of this world are quite strong.
Creaaakk!
After eliminating the undead outside, Su Ziyu slowly pushed open the heavy door in front. It was a bronze-wood door, intricately carved with numerous broken reliefs, which hadn't decayed despite the passage of time. The weathered walls bore some ancient sword and knife marks, exuding a sense of historical desolation.
The interior of the monastery was extremely spacious, and Su Ziyu saw rows of intact seats.
In the corner of the hall lay some scattered bones. As Su Ziyu's footsteps sounded, some undead holding weapons swiftly rose up.
A flash of cold light streaked through the air.
