Since the giant Tower City was called a national level, its size was naturally incomparably huge. It was by no means comparable to a mountain.
The six sky-floating islands that were being pulled by the iron chains were somewhat similar to mountains, but they looked more like pavilions in the sky.
When they appeared in the sky, they gave off an indescribable pressure, as if another piece of land had appeared above their heads.
The city was shrouded in the shadow of the giant towers. The streets were filled with people who were confused. The shadow fell on their faces, and they all had expressions of despair.
Originally, he thought that he had escaped the catastrophe that the demon race wreaked havoc and could retain his shelter. But who would have thought that not long ago, such a terrifying thing actually appeared in the sky above the city!
Could it be that this was fate, that he would have to suffer until he met with a violent death?
