Liang City.
Zhou Yi stood upon the clouds, gazing downward—the city lights shone as bright as day.
The entire city looked like a colossal fortress: thick concrete walls several zhang wide, with the interior houses and streets all arranged for war, every wall embedded with firing ports.
There were no ordinary pedestrians on the streets; patrol soldiers marched in formation, and armored vehicles rumbled by.
There was no need to ask around; just a single glance was enough to perceive the oppressive, storm-brewing tension.
"Daoist, Liang City is the frontline of the eastern war zone—it's resisted the beast tides for over twenty years."
Shen Cheng sighed, "Now, most of the common folk have already evacuated. Perhaps in another ten years, we'll have to detonate the destruction weapons buried beneath the city!"
Zhou Yi swept the area with his Divine Sense, and sure enough, he found launch silos standing by—thousands in total.
