The County Magistrate waved a hand, and the bailiffs beside him suddenly drew their blades. Majestic saber light instantly flooded the entire rear courtyard.
Ai Jing's expression changed drastically. He unleashed his forbidden art, and the sword in his hand seemed to transform into a mountain, blocking before him.
Clang!
The sound of metal striking metal rang out. Ai Jing's face suddenly turned pale as he staggered back three steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood with each step.
By the third step, all aura in his body had completely scattered, and he toppled helplessly onto the ground.
With a muffled thud, Ai Jing died, his Dao dissipating.
The faces of all the Alien Races watching this scene became incomparably ugly, and Chen Fei could not help but frown as well.
Anomalies were formed from twisted rules. Rules had patterns, and twisted rules were still rules—there had to be patterns to them.
Back in the Endless Sea, Chen Fei had encountered many Ghost Cities. Numerous rules had been established within them, rules so great that sometimes even the lord of a Ghost City could not violate them.
Many ghosts did not understand why those rules had to be established, but somewhere in the dark, they knew that doing so could greatly increase the strength of their Ghost City.
The harsher the rules, the greater the boost the entire Ghost City ultimately received.
This was, in truth, catering to some kind of twisted rule, which was why the Ghost City could be enhanced.
Thus, there were also many rules within Anomaly City. Yet so long as they followed those rules, the Alien Races who had come here thus far had all remained safe and sound.
But here, in the rear courtyard of the County yamen, the operating pattern had clearly changed