Chen Mo swiftly flew towards Tiandu City, holding a communication Spirit Jade in his hand that was flashing with a glaring red light - a signal from the Imperial Prison.
"Something's happened indeed!"
His expression darkened, his speed increased again, like a lightning bolt streaking across the sky, and in no time he arrived at the city gates.
The gates were already closed, and as soon as Chen Mo landed from above, he was surrounded by a group of armored soldiers, their weapons glinting with cold light.
"Who goes there?"
An officer asked sternly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his expression full of vigilance, and one could vaguely hear the bowstrings tautening on the wall.
The city was in complete chaos, since the Demon Clan was suppressed by the Three Saints, there hadn't been such turmoil!
The atmosphere was extremely tense, any slight disturbance could ignite a violent conflict!
At this moment, someone shouted loudly:
"Stop!"
