In the sky above Asa Capital City, strands of electric currents swiftly formed into a humanoid figure at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye.
Du Yu held the Withered Arrow in his mouth, electric currents swirling beneath his feet, stepping into the air.
Because of the Saint of Flowing Fire's warning, Du Yu's flashing position was quite high, about 2000 meters.
But as he looked down on the city below, his face instantly turned grim.
Since this battle began, Du Yu's sadness had been exhausted, leaving only boundless rage in his heart!
The once-prosperous Asa Empire capital now resembled a purgatory on earth.
Gigantic mud spikes, each hundreds of meters tall, pierced into the already fragmented imperial city at various angles.
The Cold Beast Saint clearly cared little for friend or foe.
Countless of the Human-Beast Alliance Army in the central district were dead or wounded, while even more of the Youhan Army were massacred, reduced to ashes.
