Zhou Jingwu had never imagined that he would die at the hands of his own kin.
Even as he clutched the bloody hole in his chest and fell, he found it unbelievable.
Seeing this, Fu Gan could not help but sigh. A war god of the imperial dynasty, once so full of spirit and ambition, had actually died in such a stifled and humiliating manner at the hands of the emperor he had sworn loyalty to. How ironic.
"The flames of war have already spread into the Imperial City. We should not linger here any longer. Until we meet again!"
The elders of the various sects, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, could no longer remain calm when they saw the enemy at the gates. After exchanging farewells, they scattered in all directions, afraid that if they were even one step too late, they would be dragged into the flames of war and set themselves ablaze.
"What should we do?"
Little Black watched as more and more soldiers poured into Luocheng, worry rising in his heart. Many among them were cultivators. If they truly fought, Shen Yi and the other three would have no trouble protecting themselves. But faced with so many ordinary people, even Little Black was stunned.
"Little Red, can you absorb these flames?"
Before Shen Yi had even finished speaking, Little Red pointed into the air. A firebird formed at her fingertips, slowly flew upward, then sucked fiercely at the blazing flames around Zhou Chen. Drawn as though by an invisible force, all the flames were swallowed into the firebird's belly.
With the flames no longer blocking his way, Shen Yi instantly appeared before Zhou Chen. He raised a hand and sent out a stream of divine fire, immediately clearing Zhou Chen's soul. Seizing the