As the sun began to set, Tianming finally reached Linyu City. It was located rather far off from Liuyun City, though it was closer to Tianming City than Liuyun City was. The last wisps of red from the setting sun stretched across the skies, blanketing the city in a gentle cascade.

The city was really quiet; all five million captives there were filled with terror and awaiting their final fate. Si Ling's order to massacre them hadn’t yet reached the city. Regardless of the distance, Tianming would always be much faster than any messenger they had. The Nonahall troops in the city were currently toying with the captives and having endless fun, causing nonstop cries of pain, grief, and despair to reverberate throughout. Without a word, Tianming barged into the city and started his own massacre.

"It's the imperial son!"

"He's here to save us!"

The citizens all watched with tearful eyes.

"Everyone, leave with me!" Tianming realized that, as their mental support, there wasn't much he needed to say. All he had to do was show up and he would gain...