The Creation Ark hovered above Windbreaker City. Runes flowed across its hull like living things, and lightning danced over its spindle-shaped shell. Every flash made the air over the entire city below a little heavier.
Li Yuandu, lord of Windbreaker City, stood at the highest point of his residence, gazing up at the ark's shadow as it blotted out the sky. His fingers had already crushed three jade talismans inside his sleeve.
He was a Ghost Immortal who had survived two Thunder Tribulations, capable of crossing a thousand miles with a single thought. Yet now, he lacked even the courage to send a thought beyond the city.
The pressure emanating from the Sky Ark was like an invisible hand gripping the entire sky.
The Royal Clan Players who had once swaggered through the city had long since fled, leaving their residences empty.
"Send word to the Royal Domain! We can't hold them off!"
Li Yuandu growled, slapping his last communication jade talisman into his palm as his soul thoughts poured into it frantically.
The talisman had only just lit up when a ripple invisible to the naked eye pressed down from the sky.
Crack.
The talisman shattered into powder. Li Yuandu's right hand and half his arm exploded along with it. His Yin Spirit reeled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before tumbling from the platform.
"City Lord!"
His guards rushed forward, but before they could even touch the hem of Li Yuandu's robes, three streaks of light descended from the sky.
They were three Yang God thoughts, each transforming into a hazy figure upon landing.
The first figure raised a hand and pressed down. The protective formation that had circulated above the Royal Clan residence in Windbreaker City's East District for three hundred years shattered like thin