They witnessed this scene, some with wide eyes, some with pupils contracting, yet none dared to entertain the thought of coming forward to pay their respects at this time.
Now, going forward, are you stupid? There'll definitely be no good outcome.
At this moment, nearly all the strong beings of the city had gathered, watching this scene, holding their breath.
The next second, a voice devoid of emotion echoed between heaven and earth,
"Heavenly Petition!"
"Yes!"
With the word spoken, there was a sound like muffled thunder exploding within the great army.
Immediately after, a figure shot up into the sky, unfurling a pair of Wind and Thunder wings on his back that in an instant grew to several dozen feet wide, whipping up a wild gale.
This person had the face of a thunder god, soaring high into the sky, one hand holding a silver hammer encircled with silver lightning, and the other hand reaching out to a sharp and lethal black Nail Chisel.
"Hah"
