The merchant caravan slowly entered this massive city. The city gates were incredibly grand, and the thickness was equally astonishing—the city gate arch alone was about thirty to forty meters wide.
Fang Zhou stood on the carriage, advancing at a steady pace with the undead beast mount, passing through the dim city gate arch and seeing light once again.
He thought he had already entered the city, but it was just wishful thinking; this was not yet the city's interior.
What caught Fang Zhou's eyes was another city wall over two hundred meters away.
This city wall was even grander, and in addition to that, it had countless shooting holes on it.
Once again, it was a metal city wall with barbs, equally grand and imposing, an impact on Fang Zhou that was simply immense.
The Trist Merchant Group made a turn after passing through the first city wall and continued along the bottom of the first city wall.
