Just a few seconds.
Shen Ye once again landed within Thunder Fortress.
This time the fortress had changed.
Everywhere lay broken walls and ruins; outside in the fields, various stone-throwing machines, siege towers, and battering rams were all burned to ash.
Fires raged fiercely within the city, spreading endlessly.
In the sky.
Dozens of flying lizards circled back and forth around the old man.
The orc warriors riding the flying lizards unleashed their full strength in attack, attempting to kill the old man.
On the ground, the chieftain with a battle flag stuck in his back, sliced open his own chest with a long knife, dipping the knife tip in his blood to trace a circular rune array on the ground.
"What is this for?"
Shen Ye, hiding behind a collapsed house, asked in confusion.
