Something was wrong!
More and more wrong!
Amid the fierce upheaval and slaughter, the jester Tiancheng, trapped in a corner of the Holy Capital, felt increasingly uneasy.
Especially after several seemingly accidental explosions and shockwaves engulfed them, and he noticed the battling beasts and mutated angels drawing ever closer, the ominous premonition in Tiancheng's heart became clearer and more intense.
And when a faint roar sounded in the distance, that premonition finally reached its peak.
For a moment, he no longer had any interest in watching the spectacle.
"Something's wrong."
Tiancheng turned around and ordered his subordinates and guards behind him, "Ignore them. We're leaving."
"Yes."
The already wavering subordinates nodded one after another. Even if they had the ability to protect themselves amid the chaos, what normal person would jump into a shit pit for no reason?
Besides, why should they foolishly step up to take the blame for Beatific Land and their own traitor?
Getting dragged into this kind of trouble was simply rotten luck.
At a time like this, running was the only sensible choice.
Yet after taking just two steps down the street toward the city gates, a bloodstained figure suddenly descended from the sky.
The burly archangel lowered his gaze, towering like a giant and casting a swath of shadow below.
Archangel Punishment.
"Hold—"
Punishment asked coldly, "Where are you going?"
"We merely intended to leave."
The corner of Tiancheng's eye twitched slightly as he replied, "What, does Beatific Land intend to detain its guests by force as well?"
"You are not guests, heretics. Nor is the Holy Land a place you may come and go as you please."
Punishment said coldly, "Until the matter has been investigated, no one may leave."
As he spoke, the fingers gripping his spear flicked slightly. The sharp spearhead