Shi Hao's emotions couldn't calm down for a long time. In the Bronze Immortal Hall, there was a True Immortal deep in slumber, and there were other Immortals in the world, holding a great grudge against the giant Peng bird?
"How many people are left in the city?" After a long time, Shi Hao asked.
"Not many, some clans are completely wiped out; others only have the old, weak, and sick left, while the strong ones have mostly died in battle." The one-armed old man sighed, feeling desolate and sorrowful.
This was a solitary city, without any support, bearing the brunt alone; even if there were many experts in the city, they couldn't withstand such a depletion.
Looking at the city walls, seeing those mottled marks, Shi Hao seemed to hear the sounds of battle cries, and vaguely, the scenes once seen on the Black Ancient Ship emerged.
