Tang Zhen let out a soft snort as he looked at the corner of the city that was illuminated by the raging flames. He turned his head and walked toward his residence.
The moment he left, the corpses and vines on the ground emitted white flames without any temperature and were burned to ashes in an instant.
A gust of wind blew past, and all traces disappeared. No one would be able to discover that a battle had taken place here.
The number of people on the streets grew more and more. They were obviously attracted by the changes in the city Lord's mansion, and they were discussing while watching.
Tang Zhen passed through the crowd. He seemed to be a passerby and everything had no relation to him.
Tang Zhen had never placed the city Lord in his eyes. He was insignificant compared to the enemies he had killed.
