"Puff, puff," came a series of sounds.
One Moth Blade Beast corpse after another crashed down the fire escape.
Wang Jixuan stood atop a Blade Beast corpse, using its impact against the pile below to slow his descent. With a light tap of his toes, he drifted down before the fire door on the forty-sixth floor.
His spiritual senses spread outward. There was a small group of Blade Beasts ahead.
They were feeding.
Wang Jixuan charged forward with his spear, gripping a Pure Crystal Core in his left hand as the spiritual power within was steadily drawn into his body.
Though this spiritual power contained impurities, it could serve in an emergency.
As long as no mid-tier Blade Beasts appeared, he would not need to use demonic arts today.
After rushing past the wall marked "46" and turning two corners, even Daoist Wang, despite his Mental Preparation, could not help frowning deeply.
The Tin Houses on both sides, once packed with residents, had become hell.
"Moth" Blade Beasts had turned this place into a food supply station. The ground was blanketed in blood, severed human limbs and mutilated corpses lay everywhere, and chunks of flesh still twitching from nerve spasms could be seen all around.
This was what ordinary humans became after losing the protection of the Fire Defense Line.
Daoist Wang's nostrils trembled slightly, Killing Qi blazing in his eyes.
Humans and demons walked different paths; there was no return to the Great Dao!
Vile beasts!
He crashed into the street, his long spear sweeping out crescent-shaped waves. Like a Black Storm, he tore through the street and charged straight toward the Human vanguard's defensive line!
The gangs' firepower had been sparse, but they had all joined the human battle line by now.
Cheers suddenly erupted across every level