It was already late night.
Yet the Glazed Prefecture City was brightly lit, with crowds bustling about the streets and alleys.
Even though the citizens of the Divine Dynasty were well-informed, far surpassing the beings from the remote Hongze, they were still mere mortals.
For ordinary people, it was difficult to discern the precise cultivation level of Demons; the most intuitive and blunt feeling was the size of their bodies.
The Demon Body of the Southern Emperor was too large, so large that one couldn't see its boundaries at a glance, making one feel that if it descended, the entire Glazed Prefecture would instantly turn into ruins.
Thus, even after several days had passed, the populace was still immersed in the horror and excitement of surviving the catastrophe.
Such a large Demonic Beast was ultimately pierced through the body by a Divine Sword transformed from turbulent celestial fire.
