Having witnessed Jiang Chen's ability to fly through the air, the citizens all fell to their knees in worship.
Jiang Chen's expression remained grim. The city his true body had gone to was in the best condition.
Quite a few people had died in the cities his clones and puppets had gone to, as large numbers of Fallen Ones had stormed into the cities.
The city where his clone was stationed had been relatively fortunate, as Spirit Hall had been notified in time.
However, his puppets had no way to communicate with Spirit Hall. They could only block the Fallen Ones outside the cities and slaughter them as they appeared.
Yet many Fallen Ones still managed to infiltrate the cities and carry out widespread slaughter.
The villages outside the cities had also suffered devastating losses, causing Jiang Chen's heart to sink to the bottom.
Those innocent ordinary people had been brutally murdered just like that. By conservative estimates, the death toll had already approached ten thousand, and the culprits behind all this were the Shrek Seven Monsters.
This debt had to be placed on Tang San and the others. Tang San and his companions were bound to become sinners in the history of the Douluo Continent, cursed by countless people.
A day later, Jiang Chen finally stopped.
Because of this matter, he had been rushing back and forth among the cities closest to Slaughter City without resting for even a moment.
Even with his immense spiritual power, he felt somewhat exhausted.
After an entire day, they had only killed more than three thousand Fallen Ones. A large number of them were still unaccounted for.
Perhaps they had gone directly to cities farther away, or perhaps they were still out in the wilderness.
This was a prolonged war that could not