Taken Away

On the city walls, everyone was stunned.

They looked up at the sky and saw an elderly Daoist in a blue-gray robe floating in midair. His hair was white as a crane's feathers, yet his face was youthful and smooth as polished jade. A white-jade whisk rested in the crook of his arm, clear qi flowing around him as though an immortal had descended into the mortal world.

"I am the reinforcements sent to aid you.

Open the formation and let me in."

The city walls fell silent for a moment before a burst of irrepressible cheers erupted.

Elder Zheng was the first to react. Bracing both hands against the battlements, he stared fixedly at the old Daoist in the sky, a flicker of excitement passing through his clouded eyes.

"Could you be Senior Mu Xian?!" Elder Zheng's voice trembled.

"This junior is Zheng He of the Three Origins Sect. Thank you, Senior, for lending us your aid!

I received word from my sect's Supreme Elder long ago that you would come. I never expected you to arrive so quickly!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly waved to the disciples responsible for the formation.

"Quick! Open the formation! Let Senior in!"

A gap opened in the formation's light screen. Mu Xian's figure flickered, and like a patch of azure cloud, he drifted gently down onto the city wall.

After his feet touched the ground, he looked around. His gaze swept over every wounded soldier and every damaged stretch of wall before he nodded slightly.

"You have all worked hard."

Outside the city, the Demonic Beasts lucky enough to have escaped the rain of fire had been thrown into complete disarray.

They had been low-level creatures driven here to die in the first place. Having now witnessed such terrifying fire rain falling