The setting sun had fallen, and the bloody moon hung in the sky.
Inside the city gate of Anxi Prefecture, the turbulent flow of air was filled with terrifying roars coming from not far away.
"Let's go! When the Demon Emperor finds an opening, we'll all die here!" said a badly wounded elder in a cloth robe as he fled towards the city walls enveloped in smoke, looking back to see Zhao Huai facing the rolling tide of monsters alone, and couldn't help but shout.
"It's no use. We can't persuade him. He must have someone he cares about still inside the city."
By his side, Cai Yuxiang held her chest with a hoarse voice.
After the green bone spikes had been removed, her blood was finally stopped.
"Someone he cares about..."
Upon hearing these words, the human cultivators around them all gave a dim look, their loved ones already wiped out.
"Roar!"