As Peacock Country's largest city, New Delhi had once been a gathering place of noise and prosperity. Now, it had become a terrifying inferno.
The sky was shrouded in thick black smoke, like a vast, gloomy curtain hanging heavily over the city.
The fire was like a savage dragon, roaming and roaring freely through the city's streets and alleys. Everything in its path was mercilessly devoured.
The streets were filled with terrified crowds screaming and fleeing.
The Blood Sea Divine Cult and Peacock Country cultivators clashed without pause, like thunder exploding beside their ears and making their eardrums ache.
The shockwaves shattered high-rises, shops, cars, and streets, sending rubble, fragments, and flames flying everywhere. They ignited even more objects nearby, making the blaze increasingly fierce.
Formation arrays enveloped the luxurious villas and estates in the city center, shutting out both the flames and the crowds. They stood out especially starkly in New Delhi.
"Peacock Country, this place..."
Sun Yanfeng was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"How could Brahmins ever treat Dalits as human?"
Jiang Chuan was not surprised. Peacock Country was merely a feudal nation disguised as a modern state.
"People of Great Xia! Peacock Country's reinforcements—kill them!"
At that moment, a Peacock Country elder of the Blood Sea Divine Cult noticed Jiang Chuan and the other two flying over. Blood light shot from his eyes as he led seven or eight Blood Sea Divine Cult cultivators nearby to charge at them.
"They can't sense our auras? No..."
Jiang Chuan noticed the madness on their faces.
"So their reason has been affected by the power of the Blood Sea."
"Let me handle it!"
As soon as Sun Yanfeng spoke, a precious pearl appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The pearl blossomed with Nine-Colored Immortal