Wave after wave of assassins came like a surging tide. They came from all the streets and alleys in Dragon City and surged toward Meng Chao, who was standing at the top of the mountain.
The spirit energy that erupted from the fierce battle between the two sides lit up Dragon City's capital under the dark night sky.
At least millions of citizens had witnessed the tyrant's fall.
However, they were not only indifferent, but they were even delighted. They were holding back great joy behind their gritted teeth.
Meng Chao, who was trapped in this extremely bleak future, realized that he had lost all hope.
It wasn't that he couldn't put up a final struggle and fight his way out of the stormy waves caused by the assassins.
But what was the point of that?
In any case, he had been completely abandoned by the Dragon City people whom he had racked his brains and sacrificed everything to save.
