"Surround them all! All bystanders, disperse at once! This place is now under Alliance control!"
A cultivator clad in Alliance guard attire hovered high in the air, roaring down at the crowd. At his shout, dozens of Alliance cultivators wielding spirit guns rushed toward the chaotic mass below.
The entrance to the alley had already been blasted into ruins. Spirit fire of strange colors clung to the surrounding buildings, burning without end. Cries and pleas for help filled the air, turning the entire world into an uproar. Tens of thousands of residents were packed into cramped corners, unable to escape.
"Damn it, did those bastards in the Lower District eat gunpowder today? It was one thing for them to fight each other to the death in private, but bringing their conflict out into the open like this—are they afraid they've been living too comfortably here?"
The Golden Core Realm cultivator leading the Alliance team spat viciously.
Heyang City's siphoning effect on cultivators was renowned throughout the world, and the immense flow of people had brought vibrant life to the city. Many even believed that the Alliance had become a colossal force no weaker than the great sects.
But boasting was one thing; every family knew its own troubles.
Every Heyang City cultivator who had truly joined the Alliance's ranks understood exactly how chaotic the Alliance was within.
Most independent cultivators were nominally under their management, but in truth, the only connection between them was little more than a name.
The Alliance had established a land of order, while these people were merely those who had come seeking a livelihood under that order.
Even those who had arrived later, because of their own backgrounds, were not particularly willing to obey even these rules.
Yet the Alliance simply had no spare manpower