In the West City of Cangwu, the glow of the protective formation was fading, dimming until it merged with the azure sky, becoming indistinguishable.
Wei Cheng leisurely returned, his body immaculate, calm, and composed, as if he were returning from a spring outing.
Behind him, the dust had not yet settled, people were crying out in agony, their painful cries wrenching hearts and shattering souls.
Emperor Luo was still alive.
But the current situation was probably even worse for him than if he had been killed.
His team was essentially annihilated, and every remaining team with some ambition and strength in this area had either been wiped out or severely damaged.
Over three hundred people, more than ninety percent were slaughtered in one strike!
This was simply unthinkable. These weren't ants or ordinary people, but top-class professionals and even cultivators.
Some even managed to run more than three thousand meters away, but they still couldn't escape the elimination!
