While Zhong Ning City was being destroyed, seven figures were hovering above it. They were watching the scene of the siege curiously, of how the great army led by Fusang Ye brought down the entire city. All seven of them were surrounded by gusts of winds, some green, some white, and some black. Six of them had bodies as fuzzy as shadows, and only one of them, who was an old man with a long white beard, had a body that looked no different from an ordinary human.
The old man bowed his head and stared at the city. After a while, he shook his head and said with a mocking grin on his face, "The quality of today's human race is surely worse than their ancestors. In the ancient times, they were supporting each other in order to survive on Pangu Continent, and the bond between them was strong like an iron plate. Even our ancestors, the Ancient Gods, had suffered a great defeat and almost got completely wiped out by them. Since when did the human race begin to kill each other?"
