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After the calamity, grudges did not fade away, the wind rose, and people were unsettled.
Three days later...
"Where do you think you're going!"
A thunderous shout erupted, and light streaked across the sky, manifesting a pursuit that intercepted a golden flash.
"Bang!"
The golden flash burst, revealing a figure with the appearance of an eagle-headed man, his body splattered with blood, and his expression even more ferocious.
It was none other than the son of Weide—Emperor Shackle!
Beams of light fell from above, revealing four figures, all clad in mecha, encircling Emperor Shackle in the center.
"Demon Head, you've killed and injured dozens of people, and you still think to flee? Today, you must be punished!"
The four surrounded Emperor Shackle, their words harsh but carried a hint of stalling.
"Hmph!"