The entire city seemed to be burning up, and countless shouts gradually joined together, as if wanting to shake up mountains and rivers, as well as tear through the clouds and sky.
A surge of fervent will seethed, scattering out in the sky above the entire city.
The members of the Empire's intelligence team were standing in the marketplace, and when they sensed the fervent aura around them, their expressions changed drastically.
Around them, the many merchants of the Sand Country seemed to have turned into wolves.
Even the members of the intelligence team could feel countless sharp gazes piercing them.
They were also from the Empire, so the gazes that surrounded them made it seem as if they would be killed at the very next moment.
"This is bad! Fang Xingjian has stirred up a hornet's nest."
"Even if he can escape, we'll still be doomed."
