บท 346: Die from the Evil You Brought on Yourself

After the remaining citizens had run out of the city, Jiang Chen didn't detonate the Magic Column right away.

He, Fan Tu, and the other eleven Dark Soldiers landed in the city. Seeing the empty streets, their blood was burning.

Since the end of the Pulse Invigorating Ceremony, the Black Dragon City had been like a shadow cast over the Southwind Ridge. The danger of extermination that could have happened at any time was a heavy burden on everyone.

Fan Tu dashed to the city gates. With a blare, the city wall collapsed, throwing up a cloud of dust as high as 300 feet.

That wall was exactly where Jiang Qingyu's loyal subordinates, and Fan Tu's brothers, had been hanged.

They had gotten their revenge. The Jiangs who had died here would be comforted in heaven.

"Young master, don't we need to send reinforcements to the Southwind Ridge?" a Dark Soldier asked, since Ning Hai had claimed he would send people to exterminate the Jiangs.