The palace collapsed, jade pillars toppled, and palace attendants scattered and fled, but fortunately, with the Imperial Army stationed there, there were not too many casualties.
At this moment, the ministers gathered in the plaza outside the Golden Throne Hall, and Ji Jingyu led the soldiers of the Divine Strategy Army to form a formation, protecting them within it.
Looking at the scene in the sky, the dignitaries' legs went soft, and their faces turned as pale as paper.
"This... is this the True Dragon?!"
"Ziwei star dims, black dragon devours the sun, this is a sign of a nation's demise!"
"Could it really be that heaven wants to destroy our Great Yuan?"
"It is said that when the Grand Ancestor Emperor founded the nation, a Golden Dragon circled the hall, and now a Black Dragon descends, shaking the Capital City. Heaven is taking away our dynasty's fortune!"
"True Dragon, have mercy, True Dragon, have mercy!"
For a while, lamentations were endless.
