In a city somewhere in Qing Prefecture.
Demons occupied the city. Corpses littered the ground, and blood splashed the collapsed buildings.
Some demons gnawed on the remains of soldiers, hollowing out their viscera. Organs, severed hands, and severed feet lay scattered everywhere.
The survivors in the city had been herded into cleared spaces among the ruined buildings and penned in like pigs in a sty, trembling with fear.
Laborers and merchants, scholars and men of letters, and martial artists of the wandering world were all crammed together. There was no distinction between them now; they were all fish and meat on the demons' chopping blocks, helpless against the slaughter.
Some frail, delicate young ladies from aristocratic clans wanted to cry, but others covered their mouths, terrified of provoking the demons.
To the demons, their grief was nothing but noisy squawking.
"Who can come and save us...?"
Everyone was frantic with fear, gazing desperately into the distance and praying for Great Yu's armies to come and subdue the demons.
From time to time, someone was selected and taken a short distance away to be torn apart alive and roasted over a fire. Their screams left everyone remaining shaking and shuddering.
Some were so terrified that they lost control of their bowels and collapsed on the ground. When the demons picked them up, their bodies hung limp as though they had no bones.
High in the sky, a figure seated upon blazing flames came hurtling over from the distance.
As he passed the city, he slowed slightly. Once he saw the horrors within, the young man amid the flames looked grim. Without any apparent movement from him, a gentle breeze suddenly swept through heaven and earth.
The breeze transformed into dozens of razor-sharp streams of Sword Qi, shooting out so swiftly that