The cold wind howled as a great fire consumed the city.
The entire city sank into a strange stillness.
In truth, the city was not quiet. There was the rumble of collapsing walls, the crackle of burning timber, the screams of the wounded, and the wails of the dead's families.
Yet everyone felt that Wind City was extraordinarily quiet at this moment.
Compared to the scene just moments ago—tens of thousands locked in a brutal slaughter, blades and spears clashing, heads flying, hot blood spraying, and countless experts joining forces to slay a dragon—it truly was peaceful, so peaceful that it was almost difficult to adjust to.
The great battle had finally come to an end.
King Heiyan had personally arrived in Wind City, preventing the hundred-thousand-strong Magic Eagle Army of the Black Flame Empire and the allied forces of the Nine Nations from fighting each other to the death. The hundred thousand Magic Eagles had been personally led here by the Black Flame Prince, Lin Cang Hai. Even the great general sent by Black Flame, Lin Jiliu, could not shake the prince's authority unless he held the sovereign's handwritten edict or the Tiger Tally.
The Magic Eagle Army sounded the retreat. The other defenders inside Xifeng City naturally stood no chance against the allied forces of the Nine Nations. After a fierce resistance, every soldier loyal to the Lu clan within Wind City was captured.
On the city walls, the Gongshu Family had operated the Lu Ban Chariots, harvesting the lives of countless allied soldiers.
When the walls collapsed and almost all of Wind City's outer walls and towers vanished, the Lu Ban Chariots were buried beneath the bricks and dust as well. Countless members of the Gongshu Clan went with them.
Those who had survived by sheer luck