Under the scorching flames of spells, the land had been stripped bare in no time.
Smoke curled upward. Scattered flames still lingered across the ground, which had been altered beyond recognition.
Where was the harmonious, natural scene of just moments before?
Standing amid the ruins, Liu Yu withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly at the sight before him.
This was the cultivation world. The strong could act however they pleased, without restraint, wantonly reaping the lives of the weak.
Or they could inflict grievous wounds on the environment, wounds that might take thousands or tens of thousands of years-or even longer-to heal.
If this continues, what future does this world have?
It seems destruction is the only road left.
Liu Yu's gaze swept across the scene. His face remained expressionless, but waves surged within his heart.
Soon, however, he put aside these distracting thoughts and continued observing the situation.
Following the battle between the Nascent Soul True Lords and the fourth-tier Demon Kings, the fighting around Lingwu City had largely ended.
The Demon Cultivators with decent strength and reasonably good luck had already escaped back into Lingwu City.
As for those who failed to escape, cultivators had already packed their demon bodies and demon cores into Storage Rings.
Rumble!
The earth trembled slightly as pillars of red light burst from the ground around Lingwu City in a tremendous display.
The pillars interwove as densely as a spiderweb, forming a pale red protective shield that enveloped the entire immortal city, which stretched for over two hundred li.
Then wisps of red mist laden with dense demonic energy appeared. They rapidly thickened, only stopping after they had covered most of Lingwu City.
Only a small portion at the very top of the pale red protective shield remained exposed to the