The fierce wind roared, and the blood was as strong as wine.
On the tall building where Chang Feng stood, a middle-aged man was pierced through the head by an iron spear, nailed dead to the building.
He was like a broken, filthy flag, drooping and swaying.
As Baili Yu walked out of the tall building, the majestic, towering national building collapsed with a thunderous crash, the space abruptly collapsing.
In the midst of the rubble, a massive underground black hole gradually revealed itself.
The black hole was enormous, like a ferocious beast's scar on the earth.
A cold, damp aura surged from the hole, mixed with indescribable blood, corpses, and a sticky stench of decay.
Yun Rong descended into the city using Sword Control, frowning as she looked at the man crushed to pieces under the high building's ruins, she said, "Sect Master, this person is..."
