Long Chen looked up with wide eyes, looking around the Divine Martial Empire for the first time.0

First, the sky. It was different from the sapphire skies of the Cangyang Kingdom. Here, the sky was a heavy, deathly gray that made the atmosphere strangely suffocating. Long Chen was situated in a wide field, which was flat and desolate with barely a few weeds. The soil was gray-black, dried, cracked, and infertile. The soil felt loose beneath his feet.0

This vast piece of land was the Divine Martial Empire.0

After surveying the environment around him, he looked at the people. Half of them had come here from other places as well, while the other half were dressed in a similar fashion to the person with the whip. They were people of the Martial Alliance with the soul-trembling “wu” character on their chests.0

Long Chen’s brows were furrowed. From the cold and arrogant attitudes on these Martial Alliance people’s faces, they were likely not polite towards outsiders like himself. That whip was a clear example.0

A deafening voice boomed...0