"The Imperial Capital is gone?"
"Gone? What do you mean?" Huang Sheng and Gong Dequan exchanged glances and asked skeptically.
"Not even a single brick in the Imperial Capital was left. There is only a massive crater. The land within a radius of a thousand li is barren, not a single soul in sight. It's like... the barren land we passed by near the Mountain of Flames in Yi Province years ago…"
When Wang Hui claimed that the Imperial Capital was gone, both Huang Sheng and Gong Dequan might not have understood him. However, both their expressions contorted as soon as Wang Hui mentioned the barren land near the Mountain of Flames in Yi Province. They were as petrified as wooden chickens.
"Oh my God, just how many people died?" Huang Sheng's face was drained of color.
