The army of the Holy Land of Qionghua continued its collapse.
Outside the walls of Tianwu City, four blood mists, as thin as gauze, rose high into the sky, covering the entire city like a death shroud.
When will the days of peace come?
The city was desolate, every household's doors tightly shut. Through the gaps in their windows, the people saw the sky filled with swirling blood mist, their eyes full of fear, trembling incessantly.
They had endured too much suffering in the last six months.
This ancient city had witnessed countless wars. First, it was a territory of an Ancient Court, then governed by the Purple Cloud Holy Land, then occupied by the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court, and subsequently fell into the hands of the Holy Land of Qionghua!
Now, it seemed the city was about to change hands again!
