The camp's grim, murderous air had yet to dissipate, and the smoke of battle mingled with the icy chill of demonic energy.
The surviving auxiliary soldiers busied themselves with their tasks. Some crouched to repair cracked formation patterns; others silently tidied the damaged tents. No one dared speak loudly.
The brief but perilous demonic calamity had cast a heavy shadow over everyone's heart.
Third-level demonic calamities had struck three times in succession, an abnormally high frequency compared with the past.
Qin He stood outside the crowd, his gaze fixed on the resealed restriction around the interlayer deep within the camp, repeatedly pondering the strange characteristics of those demonic creatures.
That black mist, wavering between substance and illusion and shifting unpredictably, was nothing like ordinary monsters or evil beings.
Its strangeness lay not in the might of its techniques, but in the contradictory order that lingered around it—silent and imperceptible, yet capable of overturning the conventional powers of cultivation.
"Hey, you with the fire! Go handle the bodies with the Corpse-Burning Squad!" A rough shout abruptly interrupted Qin He's thoughts.
The commander of the Auxiliary Soldier Camp strode over the scattered rubble, his gaze settling squarely on Qin He, his tone brooking no argument.
During the battle, this auxiliary soldier's flames had proved quite effective against the demonic creatures. He had also been among those who helped the commander out of danger, leaving a deep impression.
Qin He paused slightly, then raised his eyes and answered, "Me?"
"That's right, you." The commander took two steps closer, inspecting his neatly worn auxiliary uniform, and asked flatly, "What's your name?"
"Reporting to the commander, your subordinate is Lin Yunlang." Qin He remained composed, betraying nothing unusual. This was the latest cover identity he had adopted for his incarnation; he also had another named