Demon City, a breath ago it was still snowing black snow, the Death Star paraded across the sky, Calamity Star passed by, corpses surged up from the earth, and with the sound of fireworks, a downpour of flower petals suddenly dragged this metropolis that accommodated nearly twenty million people back into a festive atmosphere.
An uninformed traveler arriving here might suspect that the New Year had come early.
Although Tao Qian was aware of the reasons, he still couldn't help but feel amazed at this moment.
"This place is flourishing, far surpassing Southern Yue, devoid of the barbaric and terrifying scenes of a world thrown into chaos by Demons, yet the danger here is even greater."
"If either Prince Zhao, Zhu Qi, or Zhang Jiudeng succeeded, at the very least, it would mean the slaughter of millions, with endless consequences."
While this thought flashed through his mind, Tao Qian suddenly received a message from Lian Jing'er.
