City Smasher Flees Again

Song Ankang's first clone already possessed over ninety-six percent of the main body's combat power. Upon receiving the news, it immediately rushed to Blood City, silently and without a trace.

Since the enemy had dared to brazenly come knocking, and had even done so while he was away, there was a high chance that they knew something about him. That was why they had acted so recklessly.

Didn't that mean the enemy was likely quite formidable? It was better to be cautious. If the enemy proved too powerful, he would temporarily avoid their edge. Once he possessed sufficient strength, he could talk about reclaiming Blood City and the Chaos Plain.

Careful and prudent, advancing step by step—only then could one live long.

For safety's sake, Song Ankang's first clone had specifically brought along twelve Saint Servants. These twelve Saint Servants were all around level fifty and specialized in battle and slaughter. Most were Demonic Creatures and Ghosts, unaffiliated with any major faction. Even if they vanished for tens of thousands of years, no one would necessarily notice.

These Saint Servants were cannon fodder for critical moments. If the enemy was too strong to escape, they would step forward and use their lives to hold the enemy back. Moreover, the one heading to Blood City this time was merely one of Song Ankang's clones. Even if it could not flee, it could simply self-destruct, preventing the main body from being exposed.

Still, although the Chaos Plain was the largest black market in the Central Plains, the tax revenue it generated each year was limited. It should not have attracted the attention of an overly powerful Saint, right?

Filled with confusion, Song Ankang carefully infiltrated Blood City and arrived near his former residence, preparing to investigate the enemy's strength.

The Saint Formation