After a long while, Lu Yin finally calmed down. The more murderous intent filled the air, the more he had to endure the loneliness. The Nine Fortresses had already fallen, and humanity could not afford another defeat.
He'd been making trouble in Zhizong, luring the Immortal Plumes, and working in tacit cooperation with Red Hero. He was doing everything he could. The day would come when he settled all accounts.
Looking back, he asked, "Why did you run so far?"
Twenty-Five blinked. "Well, I wanted to fart, and I was afraid I'd stink you out."
Lu Yin: "..."
He put away the two armor plates. He now had fifteen of the hundred Seals of Appraisal. The road ahead was long.
He used Instant Movement and headed straight to Xiang City. He wanted to see which side Pan had guarded and examine the traces left behind.
But after circling Xiang City, he found nothing.
There were countless traces of battle in every direction around Xiang City. Too much time had passed; there was no way to tell who had left them.
In the end, Lu Yin entered Xiang City.
He'd worried he might not be able to get back out, and fretted over this and that. But now, for some reason, he wasn't worried anymore. The human ancestors had sworn to defend Xiang City to the death. What did he have to fear?
He would take control of Xiang City. He would.
This time, when Lu Yin entered Xiang City, he was different. He was no longer an ant, but a bird, soaring above the city and looking down at all of it.
Now he could see it clearly. Xiang City was enormous. Two broad streets intersected, leading in four directions, and there were four gates. So there was a gate