Qin He had just stepped out onto the boulder-strewn beach at the edge of the Demon Abyss when he saw dust billowing ahead, seven or eight bedraggled figures staggering toward him.
The leader's trouser leg was torn, blood seeping from his knee. He was the Fugitive of Sin Qin He had rescued from the Sacrificial Formation not long ago.
The moment the two sides met, that group froze where they stood, the terror on their faces even greater than if they had encountered the evil cultivators of Skeleton Pavilion.
Someone's calves cramped, and with a "thud," he dropped to his knees, his voice trembling. "De... Demon Lord, people from Sin City and the Divine Court have reached Langhuan Mountain!"
Qin He's brows knotted together, Demonic Flame flickering unconsciously at his fingertips. "How many? Who is leading them?"
"I don't know. A lot of them came. There are powerful experts in gilded armor, and people from Sin City too." The kneeling man knocked his head against the ground several times. "They're tearing everything apart. They kill anyone they see, without mercy."
Qin He asked no more. His body turned into a streak of black smoke and shot away.
The Divine Punishment Department's reaction had far exceeded expectations. With a different person presiding over it, the results were immediately worlds apart.
As the saying went, a cowardly soldier made one coward, while a cowardly general made a whole nest of cowards.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the outline of Langhuan Mountain emerged in his sight.
Golden light surged into the sky at the entrance to the mountain's belly, while talismans exploded one after another. Da Yajin's shouts could faintly be heard. They had been surrounded and forced to retreat into the formation. Others could leave, but they could not.