East Sea Dragon Palace.
It was no longer a dragon palace; numerous dragon tombs and the entire palace complex had collapsed.
Ancient structures from millions of years ago were collapsing like blocks, destroyed in an instant.
"Not good!"
"Hurry up, leave!"
"Why haven't you retreated yet?"
Shouts echoed everywhere, spreading outward.
Xian was rapidly expanding every second, making even places a hundred kilometers away unsafe.
Innumerable evacuating Ghost Dragons, dragon race servants, the Turtle Prime Minister clan, and sea race species of various affiliated dragon races were pressed together in a dark mass, the earth below them constantly extracting earth veins, battering the ground, sweeping away each Ember.
"Help!"
"No!"
The soft tendrils of the earth vein, like a red and black towering forest, forced the cultivators behind to run painfully, like debris on the shoreline being pushed by the tide.
"No!!"
