The environments of the Shaking District and the Chaos District were completely different.
The streets here were incomparably broad, with families and sects standing everywhere, creating all manner of surroundings... And many people had not left. They were all watching the District-Seizing War from their own homes.
Every family, every tavern, and so on would set up formations to prevent themselves from being caught in the battle's aftermath.
As long as they did not interfere in the fighting, no one would bother with them. But if they dared interfere, someone would blast them apart.
Of course, if their formations were not strong enough, then they deserved it if they died.
Just like now, when Sikong Jing and the others appeared, many people inside the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce branch in Shaking Eight District saw them.
At the same time, because of the formations, the participants in the war could not enter these buildings either. If they insisted on breaking someone else's formation and suffered casualties as a result, then they deserved that too.
In other words, because of the various formations throughout the Shaking District, the space available for battle was actually even smaller.
There were also more uncontrollable factors...
At this moment, under the watchful eyes of the surrounding crowd, Sikong Jing and the others looked toward the entry point. They could clearly see one Emperor Martial Stage powerhouse after another charging in from outside.
All around them... swish, swish, swish!
Message birds suddenly flew out one after another. They belonged to young people from Shaking Second District and Shaking Third District who had been following them. Naturally, their purpose was to notify the Emperor Martial Stage powerhouses of their sects and factions that Sikong Jing was here.
Weng Ting asked quietly, "Junior Brother Sikong, what do we