Qingzhou, a fortified city amidst chaos.
The city was infested with demons, corpses scattered everywhere, their blood spattered on collapsed buildings.
Some demons gnawed on the remains of soldiers on the ground, disemboweled them, leaving organs and severed limbs strewn about.
A few of the surviving city-dwellers were herded into the open spaces of ruined buildings, cordoned off as if they were pigs in a pen, shivering in fear.
Porters, traders, scholars, and Jianghu martial artists were all crammed together, indistinguishable from one another, all just fish on the cutting board for the demons to slaughter as they wished.
Weak and delicate young ladies from noble families wanted to cry but had their mouths covered by others, afraid to anger the demons.
Their grief was nothing but noise and annoyance to the demons.
"Who can save us..."
Everyone was in a state of panic, staring longingly into the distance, praying for Dayu's army to come and suppress the demons.