By the cliff's edge, the Female Demon General rested a hand on the railing blanketed in ashes.
Standing here, she could hear the cries, roars, and curses more clearly. So this was what the mortal world was like...
When the last streak of light tore through the gloom and shot vertically into the sky, the lone peak's garrison became empty. The demon general's figure at the cliff's edge looked desolate. According to plan, she too should have left within that light.
The dark-red fireball was growing larger and larger.
If nothing unexpected happened, the meteorite was expected to strike the ground within half a shichen.
Some people grew even more panicked.
The cultivators pacing anxiously before the flying vessel were nearly collapsing. They looked at the empty mountaintop, then up at a sky containing nothing but the dark-red meteorite. They wished they could immediately burrow into the flying vessel and flee the Shengping Small World beneath this apocalypse.
The old man suppressed his anxiety and walked with the other two to the Female Demon General's side, having no mood to watch the mortal realm.
"Please, General, take us away."
"I've said it many times already. Sorry, I truly can't do it."
"Then you...?"
All the other demon troops had left.
Only the demon general remained. Perhaps if they presented lavish gifts now, she would agree to let them board the flying vessel.
The Female Demon General took a deep breath and turned back.
She looked earnestly at these top cultivators seeking to flee.
"If you have ever sailed the seas, you will understand one thing. As captain, I will not abandon this ship, even if it is about to sink. This is my own choice."
"..."
The cultivators truly found this behavior difficult to understand. Only fishermen would risk their