By now, if one were to look down from the heavens, the entirety of the Chu Capital Inner City had transformed into a deathly silent Demon Realm.
A True Demon, at least of the Golden Core Realm, had gone berserk. For Chu Capital City, where the highest combat power was merely Foundation Establishment, this was clearly a cataclysm of apocalyptic proportions.
Amidst such devastation, the merest aftershocks were enough to annihilate swathes of the ten thousand or so surviving Cultivators.
Blood flowed in rivers, and a dead silence blanketed the entire city.
The clamor of the past was utterly extinguished, leaving only a single, roaring True Demon to continue its violent rampage.
Xu Changqing lay collapsed amidst the ruins, his once-white robes stained crimson. His face was pale, and he was powerless to even move.
