Old Wei, who had arrived at The Imperial Timeline earlier than Feng Yuan and the others, had already reached the outskirts of a city. Gazing at the city resembling the style of the Main World, Old Wei sneered coldly.
"The slaughter begins."
Mumbling to the shadow beneath his feet, Old Wei step forward under the horrified gazes of passerby, and a terrifying shadow instantly spread from beneath him, black as ink, engulfing everything around.
The street lamps turned on, and the patrolling guards rushed in blowing their whistles, only to be swallowed by the shadow. The darkness, with Old Wei as its center, continued to spread outward, devouring the light of street lamps, the barrier's glow vanishing in the shadows, life perishing in fear, the immense power alerting the Southern guardian.
