In Chen Mu's small courtyard.
Shi Dechun shook his head and sighed, "Such bad luck!"
"In the past, Yin Spirits had a ten-year safety period, but how come when it's our turn, the entire city is drafted into battle?"
The expression on Chen Mu's face was also grim.
Everyone in Antiquity City was being conscripted for battle, a desperate gamble that likely harbored great danger.
"Has no one escaped?"
"Where could they run to?"
"Out in the Netherworld wilderness, there are Black Winds and demonic creatures. Without the city's protection, death would come even quicker."
"Moreover, those old ghosts say that the northern camp has twelve Soul Summoning Banners that only need to be shaken to make us heed the summons obediently, leaving no chance of escape." Shi Dechun's face was one of utter dejection.
Soul Summoning Banner? They had such a trick?
Chen Mu's face grew even more sullen.