In the sky above Tokyo, an abundance of dark clouds gathered. It was noon, the sun was hanging high in the sky, so that means the Yang energy was the most abundant. However, at this moment, there was an extremely severe chill. Fortunately, the citizens had already evacuated. Otherwise, the people living in this area would have fallen sick.
Even the residents nearby had received the official notice to leave. Of course, they were only making an announcement. As for whether they would do it or not was up to the residents themselves to adhere to.
Sword Saint Wei Ming was stomping on the steps of the main entrance. Now that all the demons and ghosts had appeared, it was like an overwhelming force that he could not contain. He was like an ant trying to stop a boulder from falling. Between fight or flight, he chose to flee.
