Pingjing City.
Yang Fan stood at the top of the high Pingjing Tower, the scent of volcanic ash becoming more intense at the tip of his nose.
The volcanic ash had already obscured half the sky, and looking from the downtown area, Mount Taifu, which was still erupting, was completely invisible.
Small particles of dust continuously floated down from the sky, and in the central area of Pingjing City, there were barely any people to be seen, though it must be said that Ying Sang's official evacuation efficiency was indeed quite high.
Yang Fan looked down, feeling a slight trace of nostalgia within his heart.
More than two years ago, in order to obtain a type of superpower, he had secretly stowed away in the cargo hold of a passenger plane to reach the Ying Sang Kingdom.
At the time, he had thrown the top of the tower into Pingjing Bay, which had startled the superpower user organization of the Ying Sang, the Blade of the Emperor.
