Dawn had broken.
Yet the city was still shrouded in a thick Yin Energy Cloud, leaving visibility at less than a thousand meters.
There was no wind, either.
Even the air had grown much thinner, and a suffocating chill seeped into his marrow.
Zhang Yang gazed curiously at the magnificent city ahead, his expression strange. When he had traveled west to Anya City, he had not passed through this place, so he had not known that there was a city here even larger and more magnificent than Storm City.
"Damn, this is at least a Level Four royal city, perhaps even a Level Five royal city. How could Zhao Xianyu possibly have allowed a city like this to be built?"
A Level Five royal city already possessed its own aura. For one thing, it definitely would not have its air cut off by the Yin Energy Cloud.
"So its builder definitely wasn't a native. But it probably wasn't a foreign race, either, because Star of Hope's judgment couldn't be wrong. There must truly be someone in this city capable of continuing this world's civilization. But why would someone like that seemingly foolishly shatter Star of Hope?"
The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more baffled he became, and the less sense it made.
After all, a day had already passed since Storm City fell. His Anya City had obtained a small piece of Star of Hope, yet it had long since been overrun and destroyed by the swarming Demons and Ghosts. But around this city, which had likewise obtained a piece of Star of Hope, there were no powerful Demons and Ghosts to be seen.
It was as though they had ignored it.
Could that possibly be normal?
Zhang Yang's interest was thoroughly piqued. He did not hurry to