Green Shadow was still a scene of bright lights.
Like the silhouette of a Demon God, the apocalyptic thunder had vanished without a trace.
It all felt like a distant memory.
Outside the city, it looked as though a level-17 typhoon had swept through, leaving chaos everywhere.
The thirty-meter-high city wall had served as the best bastion, blocking the residual shockwaves so that the buildings within the city remained undamaged.
Yan Dingtian stood on the city wall, head held high, chest out, looking down at the unsettled Awakeners below, waving his hand to indicate that he had done what was needed; the formidable foe was not worth mentioning.
The Awakeners below did not react.
They had no idea what had happened.
First came an oppressive aura, then brilliant starlight and thunder like an Immortal undergoing tribulation.
Yet in just ten to twenty seconds, they really didn't know what had happened.
