"Hmm?"
"This is a dead city?"
Jiang Qiao stood in the rain, his gaze fixed on the enormous city in the distant sky, which looked like a mirage.
The city was extraordinarily grand.
The black city walls, a full hundred meters high, radiated an imposing aura like a raging tidal wave. No city built by humanity, from ancient times to the present, could compare with it.
Even so.
Jiang Qiao felt that the two top-tier dead cities he had seen before—Nightmare City and Yan City—
Seemed slightly inferior by comparison.
This city possessed a sense of age that no other dead city had ever displayed. Every brick and tile, every ravine, had accumulated the aura of passing years, as though it had crossed over from before the creation of heaven and earth.
As he felt that ancient aura, Jiang Qiao's expression grew solemn.
Lian City was also being battered by torrential rain.
But not a drop of rain could touch him.
Nor was he the only one.
With the spot where he stood as the center, the area within several hundred meters was completely dry, as if even the rain had to avoid him.
It was not that Jiang Qiao had used Supernatural power to drive away the rain, nor had he activated the Ghost Domain.
Rather, the boundless supernatural phenomena instinctively retreated after coming into contact with him. At the Ninth Rank, even without taking action, one was enough to make most supernatural entities take a detour.
The more an evil entity relied on instinct, the more keenly it could sense Jiang Qiao's terror.
Conversely.
Those beings that possessed so-called "intelligence" might instead overlook the danger and terror emanating from Jiang Qiao.
"Creak—!"
Suddenly.
A teeth-grating sound came from the distant sky.
At the front of the city.
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