Xiao Yi fell into the royal city.
His divine sense instantly covered the entire city, every plant and tree was perceived by his divine sense.
Even the dewdrops hanging on a spiderweb couldn't escape his perception.
But what he couldn't understand was that the royal city, home to ten billion people, was now like a dead city, a ghost city, without a single living person.
No!
It's not just that there are no living people.
There's not even a trace of living beings, not even corpses.
He did not know that the ten billion inhabitants of the city had long become the blood sacrifice for Wang Sichong's resurrection.
"How strange..."
Xiao Yi felt more and more perplexed.
He shuddered slightly.
The God Devouring Ant Queen hovered behind him, and under a flash of golden light, tens of thousands of God Devouring Ants appeared out of thin air. Under Xiao Yi's command, they spread out in all directions of the royal city.
