The Ninth Prince's vision blurred.
He could not see the battle in the sky. All he saw was blood.
One second...
Blood scattered across the sky, staining the snow red.
Ten seconds...
A huge head rolled to a stop before him.
Thirty seconds...
Corpses fell one after another, their blood staining his eyes red.
It was as if the entire Imperial Capital had turned red.
One minute...
Two people like golden skeletons fell to the ground.
The Ninth Prince saw that the two stood back to back, their golden sinews and bones tangled together as though they had been born as one body.
At that moment:
He could finally move.
Then, like a madman, he charged toward the Golden Skeleton Men, hoisted them up, and ran.
Behind him:
Explosions rang out everywhere throughout the thousand-year-old Imperial Capital.
Thunderfire Path shells exploded, and clusters of flaming mushroom clouds surged into the sky.
Poison gas spread everywhere!
The earth split apart!
In the sky, Primordial Spirit Manifestations roamed about, some releasing frost, others unleashing blazing flames.
The vast Imperial Capital... smoke and dust churned through the air, chaos reigned supreme—it was like a living hell.
Two spinning Oil-Paper Umbrellas whirled as they fell onto the ruins of Vermilion Bird Gate.
Their umbrella ribs pierced the bluestone, like two tiny canopies.
Imperial Palace:
The Princess's face was pale. Sweat poured down like rain, and golden blood sprayed from every pore of her body.
Just now, she had disregarded everything and mobilized the National Fortune, amplifying its might to assist Chu Qing and Cui Moyang.
In a full minute, she had expended one percent of Great Qian's National Fortune.
Having actively consumed so much National Fortune, she, the Empress, naturally suffered a devastating backlash.
"Survived!"
The Princess spat out fragments of her internal organs,