Northern Great Xia.
A plane cut across the sky.
Inside the cabin, Zhou Ping looked through the window at the scene below, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"What... is going on?"
From high above, a straight black line cleaved through half the city across the vast earth. Countless streets and buildings had been severed by that black line, their cut surfaces incomparably smooth.
To the left of the black line stood an intact half of the city, while to its right... there was nothing at all.
No buildings, no streets, no land, no living creatures... The ground had sunk nearly a hundred meters in a perfectly even drop, as if some enormous shovel had scooped half the city out of the earth and made it vanish without a trace.
The missing half of the city extended all the way to the rolling border of the Mist.
"Where did this half of the city go?" Zhou Ping turned to look at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan stared at the land below and slowly spoke.
"After Shu, the God of Wind, emerged, he dug up the half of the city closest to the Mist border. Along with its more than ten thousand residents, its mountains, forests, rivers... and the main body of Fengdu beneath the ground, it all fled into the Mist."
"He took half the city away?" Zhou Ping asked in shock. "Why would he do that?"
"I don't know." Ye Fan shook his head. "This happened two minutes ago. I only just received the news."
The plane slowly descended. Before it had even come to a stop, Zhou Ping and Ye Fan jumped out, landing at the edge of the remaining half of the city.
This was a broad asphalt road, yet it came to an abrupt end less than ten