Imperial power never lasted forever, nor did civilizations endure eternally.
Even the oldest Wine Shop in the city would one day reach its end.
But no one could have imagined that day would come so suddenly, so violently.
"Boom!"
Accompanying the violent explosion was a sound like doomsday itself.
When blood-colored clouds stained the sky, everyone knew something was wrong.
"Boom!"
The second thunderclap came quickly—and much closer.
People were already screaming as they fled.
But this was only the beginning.
Pitch-black gales brought deadly poisonous rain, while on the other side, crimson clouds like Braised Cloud brought an even stranger rainbow amid the rain.
That bizarre weather was clearly no natural phenomenon. It was the result of two rule-level powerhouses fighting for control of the area.
Or, to put it another way, it was the aftermath of both sides going all out.
Yes, both of them. Even with his heart pierced through, even as "Zhao Yan's clone" tore through and ravaged his body, even though such wounds would still be fatal to most High-Level Professionals, Sun Yi had not dropped dead on the spot.
"Zhao Yan! You shameless traitor with no bottom line!"
His furious roars rose and fell, so full of force that the entire city could hear them clearly.
Above the ruins of the Wine Shop, at the heart of this new battlefield, a dark-red, bizarrely twisted mass was rapidly reassembling itself.
It was a huge lump of flesh twisted and stitched together, like a stuffed toy forcibly pieced together by a mischievous child. Pink, pale yellow, and dark black flesh had been kneaded into one, grotesque and vividly colored.
He was still alive.
Life-type professionals might lack other things, but nearly all of them possessed regenerative abilities.
In outsiders' eyes, being absurdly hard to kill was