The Race Blood Battle

The Primordial Diabolical Bull left. Chang'an wasn't a place where it could stay. A heavy feeling welled in Luo Yunyang's heart as he watched the bull fade into the distance.

He stood atop the city walls, watching as men used brick after brick to repair the damages.

Although many people were already exhausted, they still worked without a pause. Even some people who already had difficulty walking continued to transport bricks.

"Greetings, Commissar!" A Blood Strike Guard trooper on duty saluted Luo Yunyang respectfully.

To this trooper, Luo Yunyang was a god-like entity. The commissar's achievements were extraordinary, so anyone who followed him would prosper. This alone made serving him and being loyal to him worth it.

The busy humans glanced over at Luo Yunyang when they heard the Blood Strike Guard trooper's greeting. They all put on their purest, most honest and reverent expressions.