Crack, crack, crack...
The thunderous sound of the sky tearing apart echoed for thousands of kilometers.
Within the thousand-kilometer rift, the Bronze Giant City, steeped in the aura of ages past, finally pushed through the spatial barrier.
Though hundreds of kilometers away, the immense city resembled a falling star. The million-plus civilians and cultivators in Yicheng needed only to look up to see its suffocating silhouette clearly.
Its walls towered into the clouds, their surfaces inscribed with ancient totems. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers clad in Fish-Scale Armor stood packed along the battlements, their qi and blood surging skyward and staining half the sky dark red.
"What is that thing..." Countless student soldiers in Yicheng, who had only just begun cultivating, trembled all over with an instinctive fear of higher-order beings.
"Hundreds of thousands of cultivators, a thousand at core formation, a hundred at nascent soul, and..." Standing in the Song-Style Courtyard House, Chen Lin narrowed his eyes, purple lightning dancing within them. "Three at half-step deity transformation. This Ancient Shu Royal Court is quite the fat prize."
He felt no fear, only a hunter's excitement at spotting prey.
"Hmm?"
On the battlements of the Bronze Giant City hundreds of kilometers away, an old man holding a bone staff and wearing a Star Moon Sacrificial Robe suddenly turned his head.
His gaze shot across hundreds of kilometers like two sharp swords, locking onto Yicheng.
It was High Priest Zhuge Xuan.
"Over there. The scoundrel who killed the men of my Divine Silkworm Tribe!" Zhuge Xuan's voice was hoarse, yet it exploded like thunder in the ears of hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers.
Boom!
Without slowing, the Bronze Giant City bore down on Yicheng with overwhelming force.
For this damaged Divine Transformation Spirit Treasure, a hundred kilometers was no more