A Grand Dream, All but Empty Illusion

The tens of millions of gang cultivators in the Lower District had, at this moment, thoroughly united as one.

The warships circling overhead brought howling winds.

Under that immense pressure, even the sun in the sky seemed to involuntarily turn its rays aside.

"Everyone."

"The time has come!"

The lion-headed cultivator stood tall and faced it all. He could feel fate calling to him. Among this rabble, at this very moment, only he could become the hero to shoulder the burden alone.

"Let those lords in the Upper City get a good look at whose territory the Lower District truly is!"

His voice drew a response like mountains roaring and seas crashing.

The gang cultivators, who had long been repressed, pulled out their Spirit Guns without restraint and opened fire in every direction.

At the previous night gathering, their leaders had already plainly explained the key to this battle.

The Alliance had created this harshly ordered world with its own rules, but those rules would ultimately become the ropes binding them.

To win more, they needed the courage to fight to the death.

"Have the Lower District scum gone mad to this extent?"

Qi He frowned slightly aboard the warship.

"When people are consumed by fanaticism, they stop using their brains. The rules are strict, but to make them work, bloody reality must be used to make everyone remember."

"They think that by holding these civilians hostage, they can make us hesitate like rats afraid to smash the porcelain."

"Perhaps that is true. But they have gravely underestimated the gap between the two sides."

A cold smile curled across Ye Xiu's lips.

"What use is so-called courage before cultivators separated by a generation of weaponry?"

"Bullets will not heed your commands."

"Move!"

The chill in his words made even Qi