The cheers of tonight echoed through Shanghai, simultaneously inciting riots among the demon beasts outside the base city.
The roars and howls of the demon beasts reverberated across the desolate wilderness, with some even charging towards Shanghai, frantically attacking the protective barrier. Various forms of fire, hail, and lightning attacks, resembled splendid fireworks, causing waves of ripples on the shield.
However, the defense of the Guardian Divine Artifact was clearly not something that could be easily broken. The demon beasts, exhausted from attacking, had no choice but to give up.
Outside the base city, in the pitch-black night sky, an old man floated in the void, standing with hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the brightly lit Shanghai, his blood-colored eyes revealing a trace of complexity.
Seven or eight figures appeared on the horizon, flapping their wings, landing behind the old man, remaining silent as well.
