Within the old capital.
After Li Tianming announced Huan Sheng's death, the Divine Treasury Clan people's faith in Li Tianming, which had originally scattered, gathered again somewhat.
At the very least, they now knew that these Heavenly Venerable powerhouses stationed in the old capital did not dare openly use force to oppress the people, or they too would face corresponding punishment.
But even so, the people within the old capital were still utterly helpless.
After all, the aura of the powerful alone was enough to oppress ordinary people until they scarcely dared breathe, regardless of whether those powerhouses would actually harm anyone.
As long as these Heavenly Venerable powerhouses remained for another day, the Divine Treasury Clan in the old capital would not know peace for another day.
The current situation in the old capital was, to the Divine Treasury Clan, as though three thousand vicious beasts that chose their prey and devoured them were stationed throughout every street and alley, filling them with dread.
After learning that Huan Sheng and the others had once oppressed the people so wantonly, Li Muyun had voluntarily arranged for some Destiny Army soldiers to patrol the areas where Heavenly Venerables were stationed.
Neither the Destiny Army members nor the Divine Treasury Clan of the old capital knew that Silver Dust, carrying image spheres, had already completely blanketed the old capital.
This move was strategically superfluous, but to the Divine Treasury Clan people, the Destiny Army was like a savior.
Because of the Destiny Army's special patrols, the relationship between these two groups became even closer, and the Divine Treasury Clan grew even more grateful to Li Tianming.
At this moment, somewhere in the old capital.
A fierce-looking ghostly god, built like an iron tower and radiating intimidation, walked down the street.
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