The "Physical God Blood Mist" that was ravaging the city suddenly thinned a lot.
The scene of the townspeople turning into dried-up husks drastically dropped.
Jia Sanyuan, Han Xiao, and Yang Cang looked at each other with unpleasant expressions, exclaiming in shock,
"How could this be?"
"The Ten Thousand Spirit Divine Machine sends a message, 'It is somewhat afraid.'"
"That stele, there's something tricky about it."
While these three were shocked,
members of the Ancestor Dragon Society, embodying righteousness and evil, arrived outside Shangyang City with the momentum of the victorious.
Ying Qingdi, naturally, was at the forefront.
If what Yuan Gong said was right, his true nature was indeed that of a saintly Hero leader.
Thus, at this moment, when he saw the scene inside the city that was even more miserable and terrifying than Purgatory, devoid of humanity,
his handsome and weathered face immediately became wide-eyed with fissures and angrily distorted as he roared,
