Fifteen minutes later, at the mountain peak outside the city.
Lu Ran and He Qifeng stood side by side, one gazing at the sky, one looking at the ground.
"Golden Monk Palm." Lu Ran murmured, seeing a gigantic golden hand appear in the distant night sky, stretching ten thousand meters vast!
Ten thousand meters!
A full ten kilometers, and even the mountain peak Lu Ran stood on was engulfed within its range.
"Let's go, Qifeng," Lu Ran reminded her.
He Qifeng kept gazing at the majestic city beneath her feet, watching the flickering flames within, recalling all the past events.
The hardships and struggles to build this city were known only to her.
And now all her effort was about to be entirely obliterated under the pressure of a gigantic hand...
"Qifeng, let's go." Lu Ran's voice had softened, and without waiting for the Wind Emperor to gather herself again, he wrapped his arm around her waist, fog billowing beneath their feet.
"Sss—"
The pair of them shot backward instantly.
