"Whoosh!"
Jun Changxiao and Yao Mengying flew away from the second city they had discovered.
When the scene shifted back, the ten thousand soldiers who had just been released from their sealed state had all lost their battle armor. Every one of them was battered black and blue, unconscious on the ground.
They were actually rather fortunate. Good thing Gousheng did not have an artifact capable of holding large numbers of living beings, or else they would have lost more than just their equipment—they would have lost themselves too.
But couldn't the Heavenly Origin Prison Suppressing Tower hold them?
It could, but its space was simply too limited.
After weighing the matter, Jun Changxiao had decided to take only the equipment and weapons.
Of course.
Some might wonder: the Demon Madness Race were tall and broad, and their battle armor was enormous too. Could the disciples even wear armor stolen from them? That was not something Jun Changxiao needed to consider, because it was Fan Yezi's problem to consider.
In short.
The sect did not keep idle hands. Everyone had to put their strengths to use.
"Sect Master!"
After flying for a while, Yao Mengying said excitedly, "There's another city ahead!"
"Let's go!"
The two accelerated, soon stopping above the third city.
Judging by its scale, this city was clearly much larger than the first two. There were especially many mechanisms installed along its walls. It seemed likely that this was an important stronghold within the Demon Domain.
"Tsk, tsk."
Jun Changxiao drifted down onto the city wall. Looking at the tube-like mechanisms, he said, "They feel a little like Field Cannons."
Take them!
Take every last one!
Gousheng did not stand on ceremony. He swept the several hundred mechanisms scattered around the city walls into his Spatial Ring, then