As the center of human civilization, Central Capital's grandeur and scale were easy to imagine. Its walls alone stood over a hundred meters tall and more than forty meters thick. Pureblood human troops and bio-human squads were stationed atop them. All manner of buildings stood there, forming a "city within the walls." Magic Blast Cannons, rare and precious in other cities, were installed here every two hundred meters. It could be said that even if an army of bio-beasts surrounded all of Central Capital, they might not necessarily be able to breach it.
This was the last fortress of human civilization.
Yin Kuang activated his Ancestral Dragon Soul Power and raced toward the western wall of Central Capital at top speed. From afar, he saw flashes of color and heard a barrage of clattering, booming impacts from the hundred-meter-high battlements, mixed faintly with human screams. Below the wall lay scattered corpses that had clearly fallen from a great height, the air thick with the stench of blood. Looking closer, some of those bodies smashed flat against the ground were actually Yin Kuang's clones. Clearly, a fierce battle was underway atop the wall. Though Yin Kuang had not witnessed it personally, he was eighty percent certain that both the corpses below and the battle above were Wesker's doing.
Positive personality labels like "generous" and "kind" clearly had nothing to do with Wesker. Ada Wong had nearly gotten him killed this time. How could he possibly let the matter rest? He was definitely here to settle the score with Ada Wong. Needless to say, that debt had to be paid with Ada Wong's life—and the lives of all humanity. Perhaps in Wesker's eyes, killing Ada Wong was even more important than taking down Yin Kuang.
However, Wesker had clearly underestimated Central Capital's