Whoosh!
The autumn wind was mournful, and huge waves surged.
Falling leaves danced endlessly, while the light rain blurred the view. Everyone watched Situ Danyue intently, their eyes filled with seriousness—it was clear they all recognized that this disciple of the Demon Lord was no ordinary person, possessing strength beyond imagination.
The pallid flames, almost powerful enough to burn the soul itself, caused people to tremble with fear and lose their courage entirely.
And as those heaven-reaching flames burst forth, the Empress's brow furrowed slightly, her imperial robe fluttering. A terrifying pressure also emitted from her, making the distant Chang'an seem as if it had fully awakened.
It exuded an ancient breath.
"Suppress!"
Just a single word.
The engulfing Dragon Qi shot straight toward the Empress; she lifted a hand as if holding a city aloft.
This city was so ancient and vast, with green tiles and blue bricks, carved with the traces of time.
