The Jia Ma Empire.
At that moment, panic-stricken people fled through every corner of the Jia Ma Imperial Capital, each wishing their parents had given them a few extra legs, terrified that running too slowly would mean dying there.
After all, the disturbance at the Heavenly Secret Tower had been far too great. Like thunder suddenly erupting in a clear blue sky, that crushing pressure had knocked countless people unconscious on the spot. Those near the Heavenly Secret Tower Branch had fallen one after another like leaves swept away by a gale, as though the collapse were spreading like a virus. It was horrifying.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Moments later, Dou Emperors and Dou Wangs transformed their Dou Qi into horses-no, into wings-and hovered above the capital, hoping to locate the source of the eruption quickly from their vantage point.
Within a mere dozen seconds, Jia Xingtian, Hai Bodong, the heads of the Three Great Families, the elders of the Misty Cloud Sect, Xiao Yan, and the others were searching everywhere with terrified expressions.
That aura had felt like the heavens collapsing. It truly made them feel that the sky was falling, as though the entire world would be destroyed in the next instant.
Fortunately, it had not lasted long. Otherwise, had that aura continued rampaging, not a single person below the Dou Emperor realm in the entire Jia Ma Imperial Capital would have survived.
Just then, Xiao Yan and the others looked at the panic on one another's faces and were about to fly toward the Heavenly Secret Tower.
Suddenly, a streak of white light shot toward them at tremendous speed, then stopped abruptly as everyone watched warily.
They focused their gazes and saw a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with an air of effortless grace