They were packed together in a dense mass—more than five hundred of them.
Several hundred of the strange creatures had come from other areas to join them.
They had gathered together under Fat Ghoul's command.
Ding Zhen's group, Yang Xiaotian, and Chen Feng, who had arrived along a street in the distance, were all watching them.
Chen Feng had already gotten out of the car.
Yang Xiaotian's people had spotted Chen Feng, and Yang Xiaotian had also received word that Chen Feng had already cleared out several areas.
They could not help but admire how Chen Feng, fighting alone, had actually managed to challenge a horde of ghosts.
When Chen Feng returned completely unscathed, it was even harder to believe.
Ding Zhen had also heard about Chen Feng's formidable performance.
Ding Zhen was a slightly overweight middle-aged man. Dressed in a Division Chief's uniform, he had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. When he spoke, his teeth, yellowed from smoking, could sometimes be seen. His small eyes watched the more than five hundred strange creatures at Wanda Plaza warily, his gaze especially cautious.
Behind him stood the experts of Beihu City's Demon Suppression Division. Beihu City also had more than three hundred Demon Suppressors.
However, fifty of them had already died in this battle.
The rest were all injured to varying degrees. They had been thoroughly frightened by these strange creatures.
After all, there were only a little over a thousand of these strange creatures in total. The Demon Suppression Divisions of their two cities had dealt with half of them, yet half still remained.
And they had yet to see the powerful Enchantress.
Yet they had already been pushed into such a predicament.
Moreover, quite a few Beihu City citizens had already been killed.
This time, with such a