With a grave expression and wary eyes, Ye Chen soared through the night sky, plunging straight down like a missile toward the very heart of Sin City's Upper District.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
As the distance rapidly closed, the cityscape of the Upper District soon flooded into Ye Chen's view like a rising tide.
Towering buildings, broad avenues, dazzling lights, luxurious estates—
Everything here stood worlds apart from the Middle and Lower Districts, utterly out of place with them, silently proclaiming the gulf in status between their residents.
However, Ye Chen had no concern for such trivial details now. His heavy gaze remained fixed on the administrative district at the highest point of the Upper District, locked onto the most conspicuous clock tower within it.
That was the Sin City mayor's territory.
And it was also where Ye Chen had to go.
After all, by now, he had fully realized the grim truth: he was a caged bird trapped within the Spirit Realm, completely at the mercy of others from the very beginning.
For that reason, whether for the truth, for freedom, or for the last Divine Artifact in the world, only one path remained before Ye Chen at this moment.
He would find the mastermind behind all this directly, demand to know his thoughts and motives—or simply engage him in a life-and-death struggle where only one of them could survive!
With that resolute purpose in his heart, Ye Chen used the cover of night and silently arrived a hundred meters above the administrative district.
However, just as he was about to investigate the nearby buildings—especially the great clock tower—the young man's expression changed once again.
For at that very moment, the central fountain plaza where the administrative district's avenues converged was already filled with countless black figures.
There