Wood Spirit Realm, All Saints Imperial City.
Under the thin curtain of rain, the entire imperial city was filled with cries for help.
Rays of magic light and shadow streaked across the rain curtain, washing the earth like lightning.
However, each flash means a life will be lost.
In the city, whether in the streets, alleys, or in courtyard houses, there are dead bodies scattered everywhere.
Their deaths were extremely miserable. They were either cut into pieces, or their flesh and blood were mutilated. Even worse, they were covered in pieces of flesh, with only their skeletons and fascia connected, and few of them looked like complete human beings.
Houses collapsed and collapsed, and there were ruins everywhere.
Clusters of firelight shone in it, and instead of being warm, it looked even colder.
The towering city walls were in dilapidated condition and could not prevent the massacre.
Instead, the imperial city turned into a river of blood and an extremely terrifying ghost.
At this time, in the center of the imperial city, in the Palace of All Saints.
The effeminate man raised his palm and knocked a young man away. The young man spurted blood and fell into the pile of corpses like a torn sack.
The feminine male consciousness swept over him and walked away laughing.
