At this moment, Storm City was shrouded in gloom.
This time, Storm City had suffered the heaviest losses. Feng Tianji had taken more than half of Storm City's elite forces with him, all to ensure the capture of the Black Hole Worm beyond any doubt.
But who could have imagined that such an accident would occur? Not only had City Lord Feng Tianji died, but all one hundred thousand elite troops had perished as well. Not a single one escaped.
Upon hearing this news, the many higher-ups of Storm City turned ashen-faced.
"What do we do? The City Lord and Storm City's one hundred thousand Demon Kings are all dead. Quite a few forces below us are stirring restlessly, trying to take Storm City's place."
A Storm City elder spoke up, anxious as if his heart were on fire. If they did not suppress those subordinate forces, Storm City would likely fall apart completely.
Overnight, Storm City would fall from being a regional overlord to a mere minor local power.
Even they, Storm City's upper echelons, would become rats crossing the street, chased and beaten by everyone, hunted until there was no road to heaven and no gate into earth. At the thought of such a miserable outcome, they shuddered with fear.
"What else can we do? This is the weakest moment in Storm City's history. One hundred thousand Demon Kings are dead—where can we find troops to suppress those restless, suicidal rebel forces? They can hardly wait to replace Storm City." Quite a few elders gnashed their teeth.
For Storm City to reach its current status, the enemies it had slain and the factions it had offended were naturally too numerous to count. While Storm City was strong, those enemies did not even dare fart.
But if Storm City