The 16th city had been completely reduced to a battlefield.
Explosions kept coming from the void, and the earth was in a mess. From time to time, one could see the Ultimate Rulers fall.
This scene was extremely spectacular. The Ultimate Ruler, who could dominate a region in the outside world, was like a cabbage on the street in the sixteenth city, worthless.
Jian Wushuang and Moluo Yangu stood opposite each other while the other members of the Moluo clan guarded the side. They seemed to have a tacit understanding to prevent the flames of war from spreading over and affecting the battle between Jian Wushuang and Moluo Yangu.
Jian Wushuang could feel that the aura of Moluo Yangu was much stronger than when he was in the Eighth City. The boy, Hei Teng, who was sitting on his shoulder, had changed from his pale face to a solemn one. He was like a reincarnated Buddha, full of holy intent.
"Split open the sky!"
