"Could it be that supreme beings are using profound skills to spy on the entire Ghost Lamp Abyss?"
"Could it be that the Ming Lamp Night Clan, after enduring for 120,000 years and now in its 130,000th year, cannot escape the doom of fate and must face a bloody purge?"
Panic from the depths of their souls continued to spread among the crowd.
The melodious sound of a flute resonated continuously, causing weak creatures to struggle to keep their eyelids open and soon fall to the ground, entering a state of deep sleep.
One by one, the guards clad in heavy armor rode atop Fond Spirit beasts in their beast forms.
Expressionlessly, they lifted the sleepers and tossed them into vacant houses, moving smoothly and orderly.
As the instigator of it all, Ye Hanjun gazed up at the blue eyes in the heavens, feeling an icy chill in his hands and feet, his blood seemingly stagnant.
This was still under the protection of the City Protection Array.
