Night of the Chaotic Imperial Capital

Outside Twin Sun Red Dragon City, formation after formation of ten thousand iron-armored soldiers stood like statues in the pitch-black rainy night.

Torrential rain poured over the soldiers, yet their resolute faces did not twitch in the slightest. Every soldier gripped his weapon tightly, staring fixedly at Twin Sun Red Dragon City ahead, black as some primordial behemoth.

When that heaven-shaking bolt of lightning split the sky, the world suddenly blazed white. One could see countless ten-thousand-man formations, dark and dense, encircling the entirety of Twin Sun Red Dragon City. Amid these massive military formations stood vast numbers of immensely destructive large-scale war machines: gigantic catapults, colossal battering rams, giant magical ballistae, and even enormous magical mortars passed down from the distant Goblin Continent.

By the fierce light of the lightning, one could see several hundred giant metal magic wheels Lin Qi had seen before floating in the air. On every magic wheel stood over a hundred bald men dressed exactly like Puyu, save for the differing colors of their robes.

On the foremost magic wheel, several old men with beards several feet long sat cross-legged upon meditation cushions, their narrowed eyes fixed on Twin Sun Red Dragon City in the downpour. Strange lights flickered in their half-lidded eyes. Though they stood dozens of miles from the city, they seemed able to see everything happening within it.

"Puyu has emerged from seclusion. He has actually taken that step, forcing us to resort to this measure."

"Mingtuo Peak and the branches close to it hold the gods in contempt. Their arrogance and conceit have reached the limit. Any branch of the Heavenly Temple may command the imperial power of the Eastern Continent—except Mingtuo Peak."

"Let us see how Ying Sheng acts. If Ying Zheng still makes no response, then his old