"Lord, those people—"
"They're fine. That was only an illusion I created by twisting the Crown of Myriad Phenomena."
Inside Spark Hall in Huanyu City.
Xilin, Zhuge Jing, Ou Yunhai, and the other senior officials of the territory stood inside the hall, watching a live broadcast of the chaos unfolding in the Outer City.
Under the erosion of the black fog and black rain, a street near the southern station of Huanyu Airships had completely descended into chaos.
Airships crashed from time to time, while some people even turned on one another.
Every person's expression was especially ferocious, as if they had gone mad.
The few people in Spark Hall remained extremely tense.
It was not that they were particularly uneasy about what was happening in the Outer City. Rather, the man who had awakened not long ago had barely spoken after summoning them to Spark Hall.
His expression was as cold and indifferent as an iceberg that had remained frozen for a thousand years.
It was a state of apathy so profound that even they felt afraid, like the calm before a storm.
It was both fury at the demonic forces infiltrating the territory and dissatisfaction with the poor performance of everyone present.
Only a day had passed since Huang Yu emerged from seclusion.
Yet in that single day, he had received news that Plato and Pairush had become lost in the void, news of Kun God's rampage in the Floating Spirit Realm, and military reports that undead had traveled from the Sea of Dead Souls in the Netherworld and invaded Youming Province.
Of course, compared with those matters, what angered Huang Yu most was the pollution of the Hall of Heroes and the demons inciting disputes and creating chaos in his base camp.
During the period of his