Zhou Zhou stood behind Nadia, who had just been resurrected, and looked at the former capital of the original Elven Empire.
The once glorious and noble imperial palace had already turned into ruins, and all the treasures and wealth inside had been plundered. Even the throne that Elizariel had once sat on had been divided into several parts and forcefully shattered and taken away by the fleeing Subjects of the original Elven Empire.
"He" looked towards the east.
The Elven Mother Tree that had once been as huge as the sky had also disappeared at this moment, leaving behind a terrifying deep pit that covered an area of hundreds of square kilometers and looked like an unfathomable abyss.
"It hasn't been long…"
"Things have really changed."
"War can allow a country to accumulate wealth by leaps and bounds. It can also make a country disappear in a few days."
Zhou Zhou shook his head silently.
