Remnants of the End

The sea of ​​​​people surged high in the sky, and the suspended platform was crowded with dense figures. The sounds of clashing weapons, arguments, and instructions were intertwined, and the noise was so loud that it almost overturned the whole place. There was a shadow of a bull's head floating in the center of the platform, its mouth slightly open, and no one could hear what it was saying. Among the crowd, Xu Heng glanced sharply at the swarming crowd around him, muttering a name in a low voice, elbowing the crowds of people, his eyes scanning every face inch by inch, looking for something anxiously.