At the moment of Chen Fei's death, the Dragon of Fortune of Great Chen let out a mournful cry that shook the lands far and wide, and all those who practiced cultivation knew it was the lament of the Dragon Qi, signifying the downfall of a dynasty and the rise of another.
"This catastrophe of the human path is finally about to pass!" some people rejoiced, as too many had died in this massive calamity.
"Alas! It seems that the position of the City God is no longer related to us." This was the sigh of those who once aspired to Divine Enthronement, but facing life and death, not everyone could remain indifferent. In the end, they lacked the courage to take that step, to gamble on that slim chance.
Lu Zhang, still on the march, also raised his head. It seemed as though a voice deep within him was telling him that Great Chen had perished.