Back in the Eastern Capital, Lianshan Xin had admired the art of explosions. He had found it breathtakingly beautiful.
But when that art happened to him, although it remained breathtakingly beautiful, Lianshan Xin felt very bad about it.
He only wanted to admire art, not become Japanese or a well-done acquaintance.
At that moment, Lianshan Xin remembered two cities from his previous life.
Fortunately, Western Capital City was one of Great Yu's Four Great Auxiliary Capitals, with defensive formations and powerful protectors. It could withstand far more.
Although it would certainly suffer heavy damage this time, the entire city would not be destroyed.
Of course, Lianshan Xin had no attention to spare for that now. First, he had to make sure he did not become "well-done."
Flames shot skyward, heat surged into his face, and the impact blasted up from underground.
For an instant, Lianshan Xin felt himself being torn apart, ripped to pieces.
This energy shock wave was far beyond what he could currently withstand.
Unfortunately, you never knew which would arrive first: tomorrow or disaster.
Suddenly thrown into a match at this level, Lianshan Xin had no choice but to fight with everything he had to survive.
Moments of life and death revealed a person's true colors and strength most clearly.
Lianshan Xin saw the bell at Qi Shiyun's waist swell against the flames, instantly becoming a Primordial Giant Bell. Its ancient body was black and yellow, engraved with heaven, earth, and the stars. It enclosed Qi Shiyun, shutting the explosion outside.
No matter how the flames raged and explosions erupted outside, the bell remained there, as though unmoving through the ages.
Throughout the process, Qi Shiyun seemed to do nothing. It gave Lianshan Xin the impression that she was not yet qualified to use this bell; she