At 10 AM, the Capital City was shrouded in thick clouds, with flashes of lightning darting through them, producing a faint rumbling noise, creating an overwhelming feeling as if a storm was about to break over the city.
The raging wind bent the flowers, grass, and trees in the forest in the same direction, even causing the roots of some century-old giant trees to snap, with leaves dancing wildly in the air.
It was truly a sight to behold, but under the dark clouds and lightning, it seemed eerie and terrifying.
"God of Slaughter, if you're here to surrender, just come over, why bring Lord Sun God along? Don't tell me he's also here to surrender and work for my organization."
Meishan Cemetery, cemetery square.
Watching as Ye Huan and a blond man stepped out of the recently parked Rolls-Royce Phantom, Tofuyuang Jiro slowly exhaled a ring of smoke, his eyes cold as he questioned.
