"Leave, or die."
"There's no third choice."
At this moment, Shenjing fell silent.
"Ten."
As the countdown began, not everyone was engulfed in panic. Streams of light shot up from various parts of Shenjing, signaling scouts from different forces who had already sensed something was amiss, or those warriors who reacted the fastest.
Without hesitation, they used various escape skills, fleeing outward from Shenjing without looking back.
"Nine."
The anomaly of the first second spurred fear in the second, and seeing people leading the escape, more awoke from their dreams.
Screams rose one after another, and Shenjing's martial artists, or families possessing magic weapons and artifacts, fled without hesitation, while wealthy families activated their private flying shuttles, scattering like countless mosquito-like points of light in panic through the sky above Shenjing, akin to roadside lamps at night.
