But as time went by, starlight gradually appeared on the painting. No, it was not the light of stars, but the light of fire. Nangong Yao frowned and his eyes were reddish. Soon, the previously bustling streets were now littered with corpses and smoke. From the beginning, there were children crying, women begging for mercy, men fighting... For a moment, the whole city was lifeless, without any life. Nangong Yao clenched his fists, and when he was about to destroy the painting, he was sucked into the painting by a force in the painting...
Intention: Only the strong can be king