Demonic mist spread through Sin City. Wherever it passed, Night Watchmen, government officials, and the surviving civilians screamed and scattered in panic.
Yet the ink-black mist seemed to possess intelligence. It skirted the panicked crowds and surged toward the Golden War Chariot like a living creature, its target none other than Zhang Xiu.
The demonic mist lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, revealing Zhang Xiu seated within.
The divine runes embroidered on his golden robe glimmered faintly. A soft glow of Merit Sacred Light surrounded him, keeping the demonic mist at bay.
"Tricks fit for a skulking coward!"
Zhang Xiu barked coldly, his voice carrying the distinctive authority of a Divine Court enforcement envoy. It pierced the noisy chaos and rang across the skies above Sin City. "Villain, what skill is there in merely disturbing the city with demonic mist? If you have the guts, enter the city and fight me! Even if you have breached a corner of the array, what good does it do if you dare not show yourself?"
His gaze was sharp as a blade as he surveyed the demonic clouds outside the city, his tone dripping with disdain.
But the moment his words fell, a hazy black mist suddenly rose before his eyes.
His surroundings instantly twisted and shifted. The familiar courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, the Golden War Chariot, and even the clamor within the city vanished in a heartbeat.
In their place came the bone-piercing wind of the wilderness outside the city, along with the lingering stench of blood and scorched flesh left by the evil beast tide nearby.
Zhang Xiu sprang to his feet. The hem of his golden robe stirred without wind, and a flash of shock crossed his eyes. "Sh-Shape-Shifting?!"
He instantly realized that the demonic villain had