Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground shook violently, one tremor after another.
The source of the commotion was a dozen or so mechanical puppets!
Each mechanical puppet stood thirty meters tall, its entire body clad in iron plating. In each hand, it wielded a massive meteor hammer as it rampaged through Flying Immortal City.
Destroying every building in sight!
These mechanical puppets possessed boundless strength. More often than not, a single swing of a hammer would reduce a stone house to rubble.
Their demolition efficiency would have made their counterparts in the Earth Realm fall prostrate in admiration.
Wang Chen withdrew his gaze.
He was currently in the southern outskirts of Flying Immortal City.
This open expanse was occupied by countless tents of all sizes.
The people living inside them were the original residents of Flying Immortal City.
Their homes were now being destroyed at an astonishing rate, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Yet these cultivators were neither angry nor sorrowful. They gathered together around bonfires, discussing matters with great liveliness.
Wang Chen was among them as well.
He kept the Spirit Concealment Technique empowered at all times, suppressing his aura to around the ninth layer of Qi Condensation.
That way, he would neither seem out of place among the other Qi Condensation cultivators nor be looked down upon.
The balance was just right.
A red-faced cultivator took a gulp of wine and asked with a chuckle, "Fellow Daoist He, how much compensation did you get today?"
The person he addressed was an elderly cultivator with a head full of white hair. The latter smiled bitterly. "There are five people in my family. Counting the heads and our original house, they gave us a new deed for four fen."
"That's not bad at all," the red-faced cultivator said.
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