In an instant, a blade's radiance shot skyward, tearing the hut apart.
It pierced the clouds of that world of pleasure-seeking, rising from the ground, the phantom of a razor-sharp blade sweeping upward like a giant spirit striking in fury.
Everyone lost in decadent pleasure raised their heads. Their laughter seemed to be swallowed, and the world fell silent for an instant. The blade's shadow, tearing through everything, reflected in those fallen eyes, as though their souls had briefly awakened from a hell of depravity.
Su Wuwei rose into the air and looked at the man with a smile.
"You have only one hour to evacuate. In one hour, the walled city and everyone inside it will die. So run."
The man stared blankly as the two figures departed. Although they were smiling, beneath those smiles lay anger as searing as magma.
That was something pleasure had concealed, something oppression had already stripped from them.
He turned and raced frantically toward the inside of the walls. One hour, one hour...
Fierce wind battered his face, but his expression showed neither fear nor dread. It showed excitement, a wild laugh filled with anticipation.
"I want the people inside the walled city dead!"
The man raised his hand high and fired the agreed-upon final signal into the sky.
He roared above the walled city with all his strength.
"To all my comrades who see this signal, evacuate the walled city within one hour! If any of you still want revenge, still want to change all this, find a way to seal off the city! Don't let the people inside escape! I want to see their doomsday with my own eyes!"
The booming voice came from the sky. After recognizing the signal, certain people inside the walled city hesitated for a moment. But