Dimensional Strike! Bibi Dong Claimed the Throne Amid the Chaos!

In the border town, bluestone streets had been steeped in despair.

Su Chen stood beneath the city gates. As far as he could see, refugees dragged their families along, their faces ashen.

Their clothes were tattered and stained with dried blood and mud, their eyes hollow.

"Iron armor... flying iron armor..."

In a corner by the wall, an old man curled up with his cloudy eyes fixed blankly ahead, repeatedly forcing out those broken syllables from his throat.

Jiang Tieyi walked over, crouched down, and handed him half a piece of dried meat.

The old man accepted it mechanically, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed stiffly.

"Sir, what is this iron armor?" Jiang Tieyi asked in a lowered voice.

The old man slowly lifted his head. At last, a human figure reflected in his unfocused pupils. He opened his mouth, revealing charred gums, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong.

"Not soul beasts... nor Soul Masters..."

"They're monsters made of iron. They can fly... and spit fire..."

His hands gestured wildly through the air, trembling beyond recognition.

"The city wall... a wall three zhang thick... one streak of white light... and it was gone..."

Jiang Tieyi silently rose to his feet and returned to Su Chen's side.

"Something is wrong. What they described doesn't resemble any known soul skill."

Su Chen did not respond. He strode straight toward the most chaotic temporary shelter within the city.

The groans of the wounded mingled with stifled sobbing.

Ling Shuang crouched beside a middle-aged man with a broken leg. Green vines wound around his injury, giving off a faint glow of life.

The man's complexion had improved somewhat, but the terror in his eyes had not lessened in the slightest.

"Those things... they aren't afraid of soul skills at all!" His