"It's over now," said one of the nobles of Datang in a tired voice. Today, they had felt the shock through the sky. It never happened before in their entire life.
Some of the nobles who watched nuclear explosions went blind.
They felt tired like never before. Both body and mind as if to collapse at any time.
"Our lives are impoverished," Emperor Li Lianzhong realized. How low is their existence on this planet? Since the Martial Artists, Giant monster, Or the mighty Army of the Empire. They are all incredible; even Emperor Li Lianzhong and his nobles are absolutely not comparable.
The Great Continent, Yan Huang, was a world where only the strongest could survive.
Great fish eat up little fish. This time and everyone felt back in time to the time when the human race began to be enslaved by the Martial Artists—entering the glorious era of Martial Artists.
Everyone stood on the cracked city wall of Chang'an for an hour.
