Ji Yang headed increasingly off course in the direction of the south of the city, seeing that the street became narrower and the buildings gradually shorter.
This was Santong Alley in South City, where either ordinary mortals with no notable background lived or low-level cultivators with limited power.
Ji Yang's home used to be here as well.
Subconsciously, he wanted to go home, but as he turned onto a small alley and ventured deeper, he suddenly heard a voice by his ear: "Get down!"
Ji Yang was startled.
Suddenly sensing a chill flash shooting toward him from the front, he instinctively dropped to the ground like a startled monkey.
Thud!
As he dropped, he saw the chill flash in front intersect with a spark shooting from behind.
In the fast-paced suspense, it resembled a meteor collision.
Ji Yang couldn't clearly see anything; all he felt was that for a moment, his entire body from flesh to divine soul seemed steeped in a murderous aura.
