Any Worse News?

"It's a cry for help."

Jiang Chuan's voice rang out in the dim command post.

"Old Zhong, we've got trouble. What we feared most may have happened."

"Increase the bombardment!"

Zhong Ran glanced at the map, then grabbed the communicator and roared, "Increase the bombardment on Taolin Peak in the Changqing Mountain Range, as well as nearby Qiong Peak, Diecui Peak, and another five or six peaks! Blow all those peaks to pieces!"

"Old Zhong, don't waste the shells. If they really are ancient immortals or demon immortals who have returned, even if you blast the Changqing Mountain Range out of existence, you won't harm a single hair on them." Jiang Chuan stopped Zhong Ran's order.

"What do we do now?" Sun Yanfeng, standing at the command post entrance, turned to look at Jiang Chuan and Zhong Ran.

"You eat your meal one bite at a time. We'll deal with the demon beasts first, then handle the returning ancient immortals and demon immortals."

Jiang Chuan's gaze flickered incessantly, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, its edge chilling. "There are too many troops stationed around us. If a great battle spreads here, even the Azure Martial King would feel the pain of such losses. Once we deal with the demon beasts... hm?"

Under his watchful gaze, clusters of crimson light abruptly emerged from within the Changqing Mountain Range.

Looking closer, they were no crimson light clusters at all, but demon beasts with blood-red eyes, filled with madness and bloodlust.

"They moved quickly enough..."

Jiang Chuan immediately understood. "Old Zhong, it seems those two who descended with the Immortal Light haven't recovered to their peak. They're planning to use demon beasts to tear open our positions and create chaos so they can escape."

"I thought they were fierce dragons crossing