On the sprawling Worship Boulevard, not a single minion of Hua Chou could be seen.
Likewise, Zhu Minglang was without his Dragon companion.
Having passed through the Gold Mansion, this place should have been guarded by the Four Great Sword Immortals, two Evil Sword Sect Hierarchs, and thousands of Evil Sword wielders.
Yet, it remained desolate at the moment.
The entire Divine City was engulfed in the flames of war, with countless roars filling the air and the world seeming to quiver on the brink of collapse.
The only quietness lay on the path Zhu Minglang was on, eerie and still.
"Yama Dragon, this is where you stop."
Zhu Minglang spoke.
Below his feet, the unnoticeable Demonic Flames slowly faded away, only after escorting Zhu Minglang to the God Pagoda Forest did the Yama Dragon depart.
A dark red streak broke through the dark night, flying towards Zhu Minglang's location.
It was the Sword Spirit Dragon!
