The million-strong army outside the city, at the command of God's Might General, assembled and entered the city, enforcing the discipline of the army as solid as iron, well-coordinated and highly trained.
The citizens of the imperial city, upon seeing the army entering the city, dared not to stay outside any longer, quickly returning home, praying for the battle to end swiftly.
Some curious ones, secretly punctured a layer of window paper, looking towards the direction of the palace.
The palace has now become a place where storm clouds gather, the atmosphere alternating between clear and cloudy. Light turned into heavenly tribulation, darkness turned into thunder, moving between heaven and earth, a mist was rising, spurring rain, falling to the ground, forming rivers. Tigers with crimson wings were roaring in the rain while the tiles of the entire imperial city trembled, with even more divine figures striking the sky arrogantly, wanting to knock down the stars.
