Hou Yuxiao bound the four Elders with a rope, dragging them along as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop toward the eastern part of the city. He looked up at the sky where the light from the barrier over Zhaoyang West City did not obscure the bright moon hanging above.
The moon was halfway across the sky, Zishi was almost over!
The whole of Zhaoyang City was but twenty miles in circumference, and it didn't take long to travel from the county government in the center to the eastern side of the city. As soon as he approached, he peered through the barrier toward the battlefield, and Hou Yuxiao's pupils suddenly reflected a hint of astonishment.
Sword light, over ten meters long, rampaged across the sky, and any house it passed through was instantly razed to the ground, leaving not a single intact building within a hundred-meter radius. Even the ground was upturned, flinging dirt into the air with a terrifying momentum.
