Chapter 739: Nascent Soul

The cataclysm finally drew to a close; the term "ruins" couldn't be more fitting to describe the scene before my eyes.

The once towering skyscrapers had been reduced to broken walls and rubble, the bustling streets had long since turned into rivers of blood, and the cries and screams of people were endless.

When the music stops, everyone is gone, and prosperity turns to void—it was all but a dream. Yet, through the crooked neon signs hanging on the broken walls, one could faintly discern the city's former glory.

On the slightly tilted roof of a high-rise building, Ye Wutian slumped powerlessly to the ground, panting heavily with his chest heaving. His clothes were torn to shreds by the light attacks, and his entire body was drenched in sweat.