The world was merciless.
All living beings were ants.
The tides of power crushed them beneath their weight.
Commoners could only scatter like frightened birds.
Dodging arrows!
Yet.
There was no escaping fate.
However far those startled birds fled.
In the end.
They would still leave nothing but corpses strewn across the ground!
"Heavens, why won't you open your eyes! We have lived honestly, meekly, asking only for two meals to fill our bellies. Why must you tear away our path to survival!"
An old man past seventy, white-haired and white-bearded, wearing a plain cloth robe and leaning on a cane, suddenly roared at the sky, his heart seething with indignation.
They sought no splendor!
No wealth.
Only to scrape out a living in this world.
Why would the heavens.
Not even leave them.
This last narrow path to survival.
Before the city gates.
Everyone fell silent.
Their faces were steeped in misery.
They did not know what to do!
Even though the Heavenly Dao was unjust.
Treating all things as straw dogs.
The vast majority of Scarlet Thunder City's people, who had always revered the heavens.
Still dared not behave like the old man.
And defy the Heavenly Dao.
Yet hatred filled their hearts.
With nowhere to vent it!
Soon.
Outside the city.
The two armies collided.
Demonic aura surged like a sea.
Bloodlight flowed like a river.
In just a single instant.
The Scarlet Thunder Divine Army suffered devastating casualties.
Nearly a thousand men fell.
Turning into clouds of blood.
Some screamed as claws tore them apart, their flesh and mangled remains devoured on the spot.
Some were engulfed in raging flames and reduced to drifting ash.
Some were blasted away by surging demonic aura before they even drew close, their organs rupturing as they died on the