Others, upon hearing these words, quickly came to their senses and then rushed towards the city outskirts.
In the void above,
Fu Zhao watched as the crowd fled, with a look of disdain on his face.
Then he saw him press down with a palm, instantly killing many martial artists and magicians, and then his right hand reached out, terrifying spiritual power condensed into a palm, grasping a God Fusion Realm magician.
Following that, in the horrified gaze of the other, Fu Zhao squeezed hard, and the former instantly burst into a cloud of blood mist.
"Die!"
With a bizarre shadow trembling behind him, Fu Zhao used his true power to strike with a palm, and the capital that had been inherited for thousands of years was blasted into pieces, leaving all the citizens and martial artists dead on the spot.
Tens of millions of lives fell, and a vast amount of vital blood surged into Fu Zhao's body, making his aura climb higher and higher, becoming much stronger than before.
