Amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Zhou You slipped out without incident.
Of course, that did not mean the city gate's defenses were lax. That place had been sealed tight—probably not even a fly could get out. The problem was that those measures were mainly aimed at inheritors, anomalous items, and crowds of people, while Zhou You belonged to none of those categories.
Unlike most people in this world, who cultivated using fragments taken from anomalies, he used authentic mystic arts, which were entirely outside their detection range. He first used the Heavenly Dragon Bloodline to briefly enter a state of suspended animation, then slapped several talismans onto himself and passed through layer after layer of blockade without a hitch.
But outside...
Honestly, it was not much better than inside.
Before this, the garden-city-like streets had left a deep impression on him. After all, not many cities could achieve such a sight even in reality, yet in this apocalypse, within Paradise, it was an utterly ordinary view.
But now...
As far as the eye could see, there was only fire and chunks of flesh.
This area seemed to have just undergone a fierce battle. Collapsed buildings and dead bodies lay everywhere. Not a trace remained of its former beauty and cleanliness. Even the blood had spread into a thin layer across the ground, making wet squelching sounds beneath his feet whenever he stepped on it.
Using the tip of his sword to lift a head with half of it torn away, Zhou You looked at the fear and despair still contained within it. In the end, he shook his head and silently let out a breath.
The King was the ruler of Paradise, while the Four Great Families were its foundation. Zhou You had heard that