The Power of Faith seemed to come alive.
And naturally, Xu Shuo, who had entered this state, once again projected his consciousness onto the statue in the City of Light.
Only to helplessly watch as that dragon whelp swiped at him once more.
This time, however, what he saw was happening in real-time.
Gone were the days of prosperity and brilliance; the City of Light was now engulfed in chaos and war. The golden barrier protecting the city was teetering on the verge of collapse, while countless ferocious magical beasts rampaged within, killing and destroying indiscriminately.
While he clashed with Wald XVIII,
The City of Light suffered an invasion.
...
"Where is Wald XVIII?"
After finishing his report on the situation, Xu Shuo asked, "When you found me, did you see a human-shaped block of ice?"
Zuo Fang paused: "In the room next door."
"Cut off his head and hang it on the city walls," Xu Shuo said as he got out of bed.
