The main entrance of Shinjuku Imperial Garden was already a ruin, and the Seventh Ancestor stood naked amidst the thick smoke, its body perfect like jade, but riddled with cracks that resembled the patterns of molten lava, emitting dense steam.
The majestic dragon's aura spread out, and on the opposite long street, the sirens of police cars had already sounded, with fire trucks surrounding the entrance. The Tokyo police were controlling the scene's order, and firefighters were using high-pressure hoses to extinguish the flames. The thick white mist spread with a choking burnt smell, causing tears to flow involuntarily.
After all, it's a national-level park, and the Tokyo officials were quite concerned about it indeed.
The Seventh Ancestor glanced coldly at these ants and inadvertently clenched its fist.
As if wanting to kill them all.
Because it was extremely angry.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and that monstrous woman stood right before it, unprecedentedly weak.
