The entrance to the East District of Fu City was still shrouded in smoke.

The thirteen Evil Wolf Guild phalanxes, once densely packed like a steel wall blocking the way, were now gone.

In their place was a vast graveyard of ruins stretching for thousands of meters. Charred metal debris continued to burn, crackling with explosive sounds, while the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning and the nauseating scent of blood.

Time seemed to have frozen over this scorched earth.