After walking out of the pharmacy, Ning Bei raised his hand and sent out a stream of Soul Power, isolating the place from the outside world. Without the strength of a Super Douluo, no one could even think of approaching the pharmacy in the slightest.
After finishing all that, Ning Bei found a high vantage point and began to observe the situation in the city.
By now, Qiu Er, riding the Crimson Gold Tiger King, had already arrived beneath the Inner City gate and was locked in a standoff with the army formed by Star Luo Soul Masters. Meanwhile, many scattered Soul Beasts had already begun wreaking havoc in the outer city district. For a time, cries and screams could be heard everywhere—some from soldiers, some from wealthy merchants, and some from commoners.
Ning Bei could only feel helpless about this. It was impossible for him to look after every innocent person. After all, this was war, and the sacrifices that came with it were understandable.
"If anyone's to blame, blame that Little Rascal. If he'd just dropped dead straight away, I wouldn't have been bored enough to get involved in an empire's power struggle."
Beneath the Inner City gate, Qiu Er looked at yet another great gate in front of her and felt utterly speechless. Why build so many gates for no reason?
This was where the wicked noble system had to be mentioned. In order to highlight their own status and position, those noble lords had specially funded the construction of the Core City District, using it to separate themselves from commoners and merchants. And now, they had successfully set up one more obstacle for themselves in their own disaster.
This made those nobles feel even more fortunate about what they had done. If not for this second