Dry City... was gone??!!
Everyone inside and outside the Safe Zone who had witnessed that scene had the same thought.
In just a few seconds, Dry City, which had been brightly lit moments ago, vanished with the Snowburst, leaving behind nothing but darkness.
The military Spirit Martial Practitioners stationed throughout the city had almost been wiped out in that Snowburst.
Only a small number with high cultivation had barely endured it, but those survivors would now have to face the countless hordes of demonic beasts pouring out.
They had lost this battle completely. If not for the experts from Mo Lan's organization holding back the Frost Trolls, they would only have lost faster.
But in the end, they had merely delayed the inevitable.
Pfft--!!
After the lingering effects of the Snowburst dissipated, Mo Lan, who stood at the very front, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning somewhat pale.
Before coming here, she had first stopped a Frost Troll. Then, she had erected a Psychic Wall to help these people withstand most of the Snowburst's impact.
She had suffered serious internal injuries as well. After casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Mo Lan turned her coldly gleaming lone eye toward a military officer atop Safe Zone City's wall.
"Turn off the barrier and let them in."
"Sorry, without orders from above, I can't do that."
"Cough~ cough~ I'm not negotiating with you. I'll give you one last chance. Shut down the barrier, and bring that little brat from the Ji Clan here too. Otherwise, die!!"
Even injured, Mo Lan's imposing presence remained unaffected. There was no room for doubt in her tone, especially in that final word, "die." She absolutely did not say it lightly.
During her battle with the Frost Troll, she