The last chain that held the gate in check finally broke into pieces and scattered into dust, disappearing inside the whirlpool of evil qi. It was as if all of the people below were bewitched, their movement froze at the same time.
Not only the beasts, but the same phenomena also appeared in the human mainland.
The innocent civilians who knew nothing of the current predicament all trembling in fear, their faces paled in shock. The street was plunged into chaos as if the doom itself had personally come to pay a visit.
The temples' gates from all over the cities were trampled upon, broken through and the people swarmed in, they kneeled and kowtowed beneath the statue of Xuange, the God of Thunder, repeatedly begging for his benevolence and mercy.