Sword Casting Manor.
Chongshan Town was in ruins, the buildings shattered.
The ground showed folds and cracks, clearly the crust had been shattered.
"Ah ah ah!"
"Awooo awooo awooo!~"
A group of crying Ember NPCs wailed after their cries, not a single one died.
After all, the place where the meteor fell was quite far from here, at most crushing some Embers with shattered buildings.
But the true form of these Embers is a Soul Bubble, not very afraid of physical attacks.
Ning Zheng, hiding in Sword Casting Manor, quietly observed the street reduced to ruins through the [Observer Perspective], silently breathed a sigh of relief.
"Immortals fighting, mortals suffer."
"My Sword Casting Manor's frontline sub-branch was doing just fine fighting for the Immortal Realm at the frontline, collecting more pension, and you just smashed it?"
A strong sense of urgency rose in his heart.
