Soon, Wang Zhan and his group arrived in Ten Thousand Sword City, and at a glance, the city was no longer a harmonious scene. It seemed deserted, the empty streets like an uninhabited wasteland, devoid of its previous peaceful scenery.
Wang Zhan slightly furrowed his brows and glanced at the protectors beside him before asking, "Didn't you say that the armored man's purpose was to make Ten Thousand Sword City his own faction? Your people here should hold some value to him, so he wouldn't kill you so easily, right?"
"But why is there no one here now?"
The protectors exchanged glances and shook their heads.
Even they did not know what had happened.
