"Enter the city."
The vast Grassland army marched into the Imperial City without incident.
"Hahaha, it's all mine now."
Once inside the city, the army quickly fell into disorder.
For the sake of a few treasures, they did not hesitate to draw blades against one another.
The army commanders did not stop them. They had long grown accustomed to it.
A tacit rule had long formed on the Grassland: whoever seized a treasure owned it.
Only after wreaking havoc in the Imperial City for three days and nights did the Grassland People stop fighting over the spoils.
The complete absence of danger had made them lower their guard entirely.
The Grassland People were wildly ambitious and firmly occupied the Imperial City.
They no longer merely wanted to plunder the city and return to the Grassland. They wanted to occupy Great Yan's territory and bring it under Grassland rule.
The Imperial City's location was of vital importance. They would not leave it to the Otherworldly Races.
The moon shone bright amid sparse stars, and the night breeze rustled softly. Most of the Grassland People had already fallen asleep.
"Rumble!"
Suddenly, the Imperial City shook violently. The earth trembled and the mountains swayed, as though a massive earthquake had struck.
"What's going on?"
"Was that an earthquake?"
"What happened?"
"..."
The sleeping Grassland People were jolted awake, their faces filled with confusion as they had no idea what was happening.
"Boom!"
A cyan barrier shot into the night sky, illuminating the land as it enveloped the city in an instant.
"Not good, it's a formation."
At the sight, the Grassland People turned deathly pale and panicked.
"How dare you!"
Auras of the Divine Repository Realm erupted as the Grassland's three great experts soared into the air, intending to destroy the grand formation.