Returning Home
Editor: Atlas Studios
Ignoring the strange gazes of the surrounding crowd, Wang Yi held the golden cage in his hand. A middle-aged man in a long robe floated behind him as he led the three Su family members toward the exit.
After Wang Yi and the others left, the people in the underground shelter felt their bodies lighten and heaved a long sigh of relief. The atmosphere just now had been too oppressive.
At this moment, many people in the crowd suddenly collapsed to the ground. The faith in their hearts had already collapsed, and their gazes began to dissipate. They muttered silently, "The god has fallen! The god has fallen!"
No one knew how the Yang God Clan had managed to nurture so many fanatics in such a short period of time.
The streets were still crowded with people. Countless figures walked out of the underground shelters one after another. Since the crisis had been resolved, there was no panic or chaos unlike at the beginning.