Within the Great Turdo Dynasty Imperial Palace, as a group of people gazed skyward, their faces turned pale, some even trembling violently, as if they had witnessed some horrifying events.
"I am not dreaming!" How is this possible?!"
Many even subconsciously pinched their thighs, the pain seeming to tell them:
Everything before their eyes was real; they were not dreaming.
Above them, including the commander of the 'Black Xuan Army,' that stout middle-aged man in black armor, about a dozen Black Xuan soldiers seemed to have agreed upon it as their bodies exploded simultaneously.
The sky rained blood, splattering like a dozen blossoming fireworks, extremely dazzling.
However, the spectators on the ground had no mind to admire this scene, fear sincerely rising in their hearts, feeling a chilling terror, "Too horrifying!"
"Those four people didn't even move, and Commander Hayden and over a dozen Black Xuan soldiers are all dead!"
