"Void Soul," as if the entire person became void, turning into divine sense that could spread out in all directions.
After a short while, Chen Fan had moved to the outside of a huge island.
This is Yang Nation... Should be, right?
Chen Fan condensed his Void Soul into a thin line and touched down on the ground.
Outside the towering gates of the main city, there was noise and commotion.
Some were protesting.
Some were crying.
It was complete chaos.
"Jili gulala wuli gulala ya mei die..."
Hmm.
Chen Fan nodded to himself in the dark.
It really was Yang Nation.
Although he only understood the last sentence of the language, it was very familiar.
Looking at the guards at the city gate, it seemed that Yang Nation's main city was completely locked down.
Many inside the city wanted to leave but were directly suppressed by the military.
Those outside the city gates, it was clear at a glance, were either rich or powerful.
Damn it...
