Lanchi's Legendary Sealer Successor

The whole Flower Capital Pariel was still shrouded in chaos and fear as five in the morning approached.

The few remaining streetlamps swayed in the gale like dying candles, seemingly liable to go out at any moment.

The shelters and temples were packed with frightened, uneasy crowds.

"Mom, will a hero come to save us?"

A mother and daughter huddled beneath a narrow porch. The little girl hugged her teddy bear tightly, tears carving trails down her tender face.

"Yes, one will."

Her mother held her just as tightly, consoling her in a low, trembling voice with hollow eyes.

The moment she heard that Loren's appearance had been a misunderstanding, hope had shattered.

At that moment, most of the citizens in the temple had lost their will.

At the other end of the temple, Holy Knights were trying to carry their injured comrades to safety together.

Their faces were covered in sweat and dust, and every step was extraordinarily difficult.

"How are things on the North Bank?"

The injured priest groaned nonstop, blood running down from his forehead.

"I can't see clearly. Even the reporters at the front line are giving conflicting accounts, but it seems that the High Priest really isn't there in person."

Though they wanted to give their comrades something reassuring to hear, the truth was simply this cruel.

If Loren had truly descended, Perlman wouldn't be chasing and beating him. Instead, a storm would be sweeping across the entire Flower Capital Pariel.

Just then, another blinding bolt of lightning tore across the night sky, illuminating the entire city-state.

"That's an eighth-tier battle! The newly confirmed unknown eighth-tier combatant has begun fighting Perlman!"

The demon reporter drew in a sharp breath, her voice trembling.

Rain struck the camera, blurring the image.

In the distant area beyond the