Ming Capital of the Sun Moon Empire indeed had no city walls. Jing Hongchen had once proudly explained this to Huo Yuhao.
But that did not change the fact that the Sun Moon Empire was effectively divided into three areas: the Inner City, the Outer City, and the Imperial City.
What Huo Yuhao needed to do was turn these three cities, once separated by rules, into cities separated by walls.
Over the past few days, many ordinary civilians working in the Inner City had fled from it one after another.
There was no helping it. After seeing so many unscrupulous Evil Soul Masters strutting through the streets in broad daylight, no one could calmly remain in the Inner City to work.
Soul Sails wreathed in black mist, Purple River Carriages echoing with the cries of Vengeful Infants.
All kinds of Evil Soul Masters openly carried or wore the ritual implements they had refined, displaying their noble status as Evil Soul Masters to the people of the Inner City.
Of course, these Evil Soul Masters did not dare start slaughtering people outright. After all, this was Ming Capital, the Holy Spirit Cult's nest.
Killing ordinary people here was equivalent to damaging the private property of the Cult Leader, the Supreme Elder, and the others. That was a capital crime among capital crimes.
Moreover, the patrolling Undead Soldiers roaming the streets, their bodies crammed full of Soul Tools, would not overlook their crimes.
The flight of large numbers of Outer City residents immediately paralyzed the Inner City's normal operations.
No matter how wealthy the noble lords of the Inner City were, their money could only become comfort if someone was there to work for them.
Chefs, stewards, coachmen, servants.
When the Outer City civilians responsible for these jobs no longer dared remain