"A mere Chang'an, as long as no Honorable Realm cultivator appears, is nothing more than a plaything in my hands," Xuan Venerable sneered malevolently.
"That's good," Qing King nodded with reassurance, a cruel smile appearing on his face, "There are no Honorable Realm cultivators in Chang'an, and even if there were, I could hold them off."
At this moment, a black fog enveloped Chang'an, resembling a ghostly specter.
Chang'an was engulfed in fog.
Within the fog, all living beings had their essence blood extracted by Xuan Venerable in the blink of an eye.
Ordinary mortals turned into dry corpses almost instantly.
Even cultivators with extraordinary cultivation had little power to resist; at best, their abundant essence blood allowed them to hold on for a bit longer.
......
The fog encircled the Imperial Palace.
A massive formation sensed the rising wind and instantly reacted. Golden light formed a semi-circular shield that enveloped the entire palace.
