Not long after Xu Xing arrived at the Royal Capital of the Grand Moon Dynasty, a great battle had already broken out both inside and outside the city. Several Nascent Soul Cultivators were confronting each other and casting spells. Before him, city walls had collapsed, and thousands of houses were destroyed.
The fierce fire spread from the south of the city to the north, engulfing almost everything in a sea of flames. It was as if the end of the world had come. The streets were filled with refugees; some wept, while others looked up at the Immortals in the sky, bowing and worshiping.
At this moment, dark clouds blocked the sunlight, and a fine drizzle began to fall, gradually weakening the fire's power.
Someone is using a spell. Xu Xing looked towards the Imperial Palace. His Spiritual Eye flickered, and he saw several low-level cultivators there.
