The Void flashed.
Wu Xiaode and Qiong reappeared on the streets of the Floating City.
The restaurant had been leveled to the ground.
The entire assassination process was exquisitely controlled, with all its power concentrated within the confines of one restaurant.
All other buildings were unscathed.
If anyone could carry out an assassination of this magnitude in the territory of the Destruction Council, then the strong members of the Council needn't bother existing.
——Therefore, it was almost obvious who was behind this assassination.
"Quite boring."
Wu Xiaode sighed, speaking listlessly.
He watched the crowd on the streets.
As people passed by him, they all unconsciously kept some distance—
as if avoiding a plague god.
"Arian," said Qiong, pale-faced, "let's leave, head back to our family world. That way, we'll be safe."
"You are right, this place is indeed not safe. I need to take you back first," Wu Xiaode said.
No sooner had he spoken.
