The night was deep, and the firelight remained.
The demonic disaster capable of easily turning a mansion into a dead zone did not cause the slightest ripple in Kaiyuan Prefecture.
Shen Yi strolled amid the scattered lights; compared to when he first arrived, there was much less stench, and no faint sobs by his ears, allowing a slight ease of mind.
Though he appeared aloof in nature, he perversely enjoyed the flavor of the mortal world.
Walking at this leisurely pace, before long, Shen Yi returned to the peak of Heavenly Tower Mountain.
He stood by the cliff, lazily stretching his arms.
Although this was just the first wave of attack, by dawn, the North Continent would soon be in an uproar, and Kaiyuan Prefecture would become the focal point of all attention, yet a good start was always welcome.
"My lord, all is resolved."
The Southern Emperor returned quietly, tossing down four mangled corpses.
