What Lin Bai was most worried about now were the warriors in the city who had been scared witless. They cared only about saving their own lives and completely ignored the fate of Arid Dragon City. If they flew into a rage and wantonly damaged the City Protection Formation, the Demon Race would be able to enter Arid Dragon City without lifting a finger.
Some might ask, "The warriors inside Arid Dragon City wouldn't be that foolish, would they? After all, they're cultivators. How could they not understand the principle that when the city falls, its people perish?"
Indeed, on ordinary days, there were many clever people in Arid Dragon City. The presidents of the three great chambers of commerce, for example, were all exceptionally intelligent. But now, the Demon Race stirring up trouble inside Arid Dragon City had left the three presidents restless and distraught. They had long since lost the calm needed for focused thought.
Moreover, one should never underestimate the strength of someone fighting for survival. The will to live could slowly rob a person of reason. The warriors in the Devil Realm cared nothing for anyone else's life as long as they could survive themselves. If killing one person was what it took to stay alive, the warriors of the Devil Realm would kill one another without hesitation—even their own brothers.
A great number of warriors who had been scared witless by the Twenty-Seven Demons gathered before the city gates. Panic spread through the huge crowd. If the three great chambers of commerce refused to open the gates at that moment, they would inevitably force their way in.
There was no shortage of tall buildings in Arid Dragon City from which one could gaze thousands of miles into the distance. Atop one such building in East