Molten City

"My lord, there are more and more Evil Spirits! The brothers up ahead won't be able to hold them back!"

A subordinate shouted anxiously.

"Damn it, how many Qi-Hiding Talismans do we have left?" After splitting a Mei lunging at him from the right with one swing of his axe, Gurcha turned back and asked.

"More than twenty. Enough for us to temporarily retreat into Skywell's inner wall!"

Those damned bastards—the Jinxia delegation was still below!

How had this happened?

Wasn't this supposed to be Skywell's quiet period?

Venerable Huntian stared at the chaotic battlefield, his head buzzing for a moment.

Barely half a quarter-hour had passed since the platform carrying the princess and the others had been lowered when a Crow Ghost suddenly burst from the white mist overhead and landed among the crowd. Though he and his men had swarmed it and destroyed it in little more than ten breaths, it had still disrupted the elevator in the middle of transporting people.

And just as he worried about the situation below, one accident followed another.

First, the warning bell on the seventy-fourth level rang. That meant enemies had appeared above, and those below needed to prepare either to retreat or hold their ground.

Then the sentries he had dispatched came running back in a panic, claiming they had spotted a huge swarm of Evil Spirits heading for the lifting platform.

After that, Meis appeared from both sides.

The vanguard had never encountered anything like this before!

Even if someone accidentally exposed themselves, the Evil Spirits drawn in by the scent of the living would only besiege lone individuals. They would not launch an attack on the camp. After all, concealed by qi-hiding arts, these mechanisms could not possibly pique the Evil Spirits' interest. There was no reason for