The Lord of Zhanba Island Attacks

The countless citizens of Fujun City looked up, watching the enormous, twisted spatial rifts stretching across the sky above the city, watching the fiends vanish into ash.

Some shed tears of excitement.

Some citizens fell to their knees and wailed aloud.

Such scenes could be seen everywhere throughout the city.

After all, the more one cultivated, the more one's Dao heart would be tempered over the long years—though the heights of one's mental cultivation differed. Yet so long as one had lived for a certain span of time, one would possess sufficiently powerful obsessions! The stronger those obsessions, the more attachments one had, the more unwilling one would be to die just like this. They still had far too many things they wanted to do.