"Ha-ha-ha-ha, so the Mu Family's head clan is so vulnerable after all. What a pity, what a shame I, Zhao Yuanji, was born at the wrong time, or I would assuredly return to the Capital and level the Mu Family," Zhao Yuanji's laughter was both mad and filled with disappointment. Then he continued to spit out clumps of blood and chant the ancient spell.
The ground quaked, and from the City Lord's Mansion at its center, a crack spread outwards like a ripe watermelon splitting open!
Amid the wails, it was the trapped Zhao Family's Death Soldiers who tumbled into the abyss, their screams becoming fainter and fainter, disappearing into the unknown depths—surely they were beyond saving.
"Stop him, stop him quickly! We can't let him continue chanting, or we're all doomed," Mu Yunshui spoke with a sobbing tone, tears swirling in his eyes.
Mu Hanyan cast a disdainful glance at him. Even a fool knew they couldn't let Zhao Yuanji continue, but who could stop him?
