Thunder.
Moonlight.
Sunlight.
The stars.
Above the firmament, it was as if chaos were about to reemerge.
All across the city, the residents gazed at the scene before them. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed within the Black Curtain that could not be dispersed. The sun and moon rose together, countless evil entities appeared one after another, and a gigantic figure swung an axe in a frenzy. A profound sense of the Great Terror of the apocalypse welled up in their hearts.
Meanwhile, on the ground.
Liu Yuanyuan had quietly withdrawn at the very beginning of the battle.
She had not stayed in Congcheng District.
Instead, she had come to the neighboring Flower Street District.
The streets were deserted.
Most people had fled with their families to several districts and counties on the city's outskirts. Those who remained were mostly government officials, along with a small number of experts who believed in their own abilities and wanted to watch the battle from a distance.
"Everything is normal."
Liu Yuanyuan walked into an alley.
A cold wind blew.
A middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the alley.
Don!
He was none other than the unfortunate captain from Demon Port. He had accepted a mission to explore the ruins of Ma Dang Mountain, only to accidentally enter a tributary of the River of History with Jiang Qiao and Liu Yuanyuan.
Five days ago.
Jiang Qiao had left Yang City.
While waiting for Jiang Qiao to return, he and Liu Yuanyuan had been hiding from pursuit in various places.
They had also secretly investigated the situation.
Just the day before yesterday.
While evading their pursuers, they had discovered Liu Ping, whom they had once encountered briefly at the long-distance bus station.
Don did not know Liu Ping.
But Liu Yuanyuan seemed to know something about