Inside the Ghost City, everyone's gaze was fixed on the Wei Gate Stronghold.
The scene just now was incredibly bizarre; a perfectly fine stronghold had been reduced to ashes by a gust of wind.
However, everyone present was a powerful Demon Cultivator with sharp eyes, and it was clear that it wasn't the wind that dispersed the Wei Gate Stronghold.
It was because the stronghold had already become brittle before the wind came; it might have been blown away with just a breath.
The question on everyone's mind was why the Wei Gate Stronghold had become like this.
If it had undergone a fierce attack, the aftereffects of the Power of Demon Patterns might have left it fragile.
But the Insect Exterminator had only been inside the stronghold for a few minutes, and no one sensed any signs of combat within.
In just these few minutes, the Wei Gate Stronghold crumbled, and the Guardian Gate Ancestor and his hundreds of subordinates disappeared.
