Boom!
Boom!
Brilliant salvos of every color exploded across the square in front of Hope Village, their scarlet radiance shining like rainbows in the daylight.
Some of the scarlet streaks shot into the distance, giving off sharp, piercing whistles.
Others curved through the air, circling before gradually vanishing into the clouds and mist.
The young players, accustomed to large-scale fireworks on Earth, were naturally unfazed. They clapped and cheered, adding to the excitement of the upcoming celebration.
But the wanderers, who had grown used to living from one day to the next in the cities, instinctively ducked. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they hurriedly searched for cover to hide themselves.
As the saying went, when immortals fought, ordinary people suffered.
In the past, whenever the various shelters in Qinggang City fought, the greatest casualties were often not their own people, but the wanderers who had no stake in the conflict at all.
Those shelters loved nothing more than promising huge rewards and sending the wanderers into the vanguard.
Once enough of them had died, the two sides would send in their main forces and put on a show of fighting for a while.
Then they would leave behind several corpses and shout together with the fallen wanderers, "The battle was fierce!"
At that point, a shelter watching from the sidelines would step forward to mediate, and the two sides would begin negotiations over their intertwined interests.
As for the dead wanderers? Dead was dead. It just meant they had to pay out fewer rewards, reducing the cost of the battle.
But after looking around them, they realized that this place was no longer the Qinggang City filled with painful memories.
"This is Tian Yuan! Lift your heads, all of you!"
Wearing a brand-new padded coat with a decorative firework pinned