Under the Great Virtue Temple's jurisdiction, every province and every city had a Glazed Pagoda.
The monk stationed within the Glazed Pagoda was the city's nominal guardian deity, and the entire city thereby received the Great Virtue Temple's protection.
It could be said that the Glazed Pagoda was the most important place in any city.
But now, even the guarding monks within the Glazed Pagoda had been disguised demons. The fate of everyone in the city was easy to imagine.
There was no need to imagine it. The sight appearing in the heavens at that moment had already explained everything.
Yang An's expression instantly turned as grave as Qingxin's.
Before coming here, they had received no news that an entire city in Four Buddha Province had fallen into trouble. This was no small matter.
It meant this demon uprising was even more severe than they had imagined.
Yang An completely unleashed his senses. The auras of mortals he had detected before entering the city had now vanished without a trace.
The air was filled with the stench of rot and decay, forcing him to withdraw his senses lest even his consciousness be affected by that sickening odor.
From the enormous rift hanging at the horizon, countless streams of blood poured down like waterfalls, forming a foul-smelling river that surged toward them in towering waves, as though it had been waiting for them.
Figures shot rapidly out of those fetid blood waves, one after another. They were demons.
Yang An instinctively stepped back and glanced at Qingxin beside him.
If Qingxin intended to fight these demons, then he had better stay far away.
There were simply too many demons, their auras chaotic and jumbled. Who knew whether there might be some Great Demon among them?
He was weak as a chick