Under a bright moon and sparse stars, the curfew in Saint Canaan City had long since begun, but today, no one paid it any mind.
Boom after boom came from near the royal palace. The once-majestic palace had now partially collapsed, with nearly three-meter-long spears of light impaling the ruins. The entire right half of the palace was like this, and many corpses had been nailed into the wreckage.
Another deafening boom rang out. Then a dazzling white laser swept across the palace. Everywhere it passed, it first left behind a blazing-red, high-temperature cutting line before exploding and sending shattered rocks flying.
High in the air, the six wings of the Radiant Flame Beastform did not flap, yet it floated there. Its eyes, composed of rings nested within rings, held nothing but icy silence. That gaze was actually more terrifying than killing intent.
Below, a large group of monsters resembling werewolves occupied the area. They stood upright, their fur pitch-black and their eyes a murky yellow-brown. This was the most common appearance of fourth-stage beastified beings. Once they reached the fifth stage, some grew larger while others transformed into different forms.
These beastified beings had been gathered by Zaiyas. Only someone from the Ancient God faction like him had such ability.
Not far away, a large group of men and women stood there, black, bristly hair growing from their arms or necks and defiance written across their faces. They were the Abandoned—heavily beastified people who retained a sliver of reason but had already been rejected and hated by the world.
On the other side were the former subordinates of the Sun Lord. After the Sun Lord had become the Radiant Flame Beastform, these Sandfolk had neither chosen blind loyalty nor fled. Instead, they had stayed behind to deal with the