Long Dangdang was slightly out of breath, at this moment, his emotions were incomparably complex. He was relieved, grateful that he stopped the conspiracy against the Holy City, prevented a major disaster. But when he witnessed that the architects of this calamity were his own parents, although he had convinced himself countless times in his heart how to face it, how could he remain calm when the time actually came?
The undead barrier that even the united strength of over a dozen Sacred Legates could not break was shattered by Long Dangdang. At this time, no one was concerned with how he did it, everyone's heart was filled with relief and a sense of release, for this was the capital of the Temple Federation, the entire Holy City we're talking about! Millions of lives. Had the Holy City been transformed into the world of the undead, the devastation to the Federation, the impact on the wartime situation, would have been earth-shattering.