Yi Huangcheng, who fell to the ground, was like a humanoid bulldozer!
He slid for hundreds of meters, forcibly plowing the ground into a heap of ruins towering four to five meters high. Along the way, some people couldn't even utter a scream before being crushed into pulp by the terrifying pressure!
People were startled by the sudden commotion but quickly calmed down.
They didn't care who suffered such a misfortune. As the powers of the new humans grew stronger, the destruction became more exaggerated, and with each battle, countless people died mysteriously and without explanation.
People had grown used to it.
It truly proved the saying.
When the gods fight, mortals suffer!
From the ruins, a hand pushed aside the rubble, revealing Yi Huangcheng emerging with a dusty face. The first thing he did was spit out a mouthful of blood-tinged foam; when he crashed down, a lot of dust flew into his mouth, and he swallowed not a small amount of it.
