Due to the battle between the two factions, the Quiong Battle ended hastily.
After a series of earth-shattering tremors, the buildings returned to their original positions, and the thick industrial waste gas once again enveloped the streets.
The neon lights remained the unchanging scenery of the port, much like the hearts of people filled with desire.
If you ignored the bodies thrown into the bottomless abyss, the port that had just undergone the Quiong Battle was undoubtedly at its most mundane moment.
The loose cultivators walking through the streets wore weary expressions.
Having just participated in a high-stakes gamble, most were still unable to snap out of it, their consciousness immersed in the blood-soaked frenzy and cheers of the Quiong Battle.
"Li Yang Qiuj, evening rain lingers in dawn, mournful winds beat against the steps…"
