Within the city, there were sighs of emotion everywhere.
Invisible forces drifted through the void and were then gathered by a certain power.
This was the best nourishment for cultivating the power of the divine soul.
Han Muye wasn't one to be polite.
"Boom!"
A rumbling sound came from the void.
Fifteen minutes later, hundreds of sword lights descended from the sky and scattered throughout the city.
The city gate, city wall, and several large armament furnaces were all suppressed by sword lights.
"Buzz!"
In the void, sword lights rose and transformed into a colossal phantom of a towering sword.
The sword formation was complete, and all the cultivators in the scattered fire city breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had been given a new lease on life.
Half a day later, a sword light crossed the sky, carrying a thousand-foot illusion, and directly slammed into the central square of the scattered fire city.
