The enormous plaza before the royal palace of Xiye Ancient City had now become a butcher's mill of flesh and blood.
It was filled with the remains of soldiers and horses, their flesh piled together into a thick layer before the numerous superhumans.
The stench of blood rushed straight into their noses, making them nauseous.
The several hundred light cavalrymen who charged before the superhumans discovered, when they raised their sabers to strike, that their blades could not even break through these people's defenses. They could only be stopped by a gentle force.
And then there was no then.
Whether Ability Users or Martial Artists, these light cavalrymen were merely fish that had slipped through the net because they had not been killed in time. Now, a punch, a kick, or a small fireball sent those light cavalrymen off to their deaths.
Several hundred people might have seemed like a lot, but as ancient soldiers, they had no way whatsoever of harming even a single superhuman. Even the weakest among them was beyond their ability to injure.
Once those light cavalrymen had been sent off to their deaths, there was no one left in the entire square.
The scenes from before—celebrating with the people, fireworks bursting, crowds coming and going—had now turned into a hellish landscape. Other than the dead soldiers, there was not a single living person left in the Ancient City.
Of course, the entire area of Xiye Ancient City was still illuminated. The light came from the lanterns that had been there originally, but it now appeared rather gloomy and terrifying.
A breeze blew past. The lights swayed, yet there was not the slightest other movement. For a time, the entire Xiye Ancient City fell silent.
The thick fog before the royal palace still remained, without moving