Li Dongyue stopped and looked up. They were already surrounded by the Demonic Sect. Though her expression remained unchanged, she was shocked inside.
How could the Demonic Sect have so many people?
As far as the eye could see, the street along which the Qingxiao Sect disciples had been walking was surrounded by Demonic Sect fighters. There were more than a thousand of them, and their numbers were growing rapidly. From above, they looked like ants crawling over rooftops and courtyard walls, every one of them armed with a blade or sword.
"How could a martial arts sect that was already wiped out have so many people..." Zhao Linglong furrowed her brow and murmured.
When she heard that the prefectural city had fallen, she had already had her suspicions. Now, another absurd theory had occurred to her.
"These people have been trained on the battlefield."
Li Yang suddenly spoke. His tone was calm, his expression even more stern than usual, with none of his former swagger.
At his words, Zhao Linglong's expression shifted, and worry showed in her eyes.
Zhang Yuchun scanned the Demonic Sect fighters in every direction. His expression turned grave, but he did not panic. He raised a hand and beckoned. The True Disciples who had already entered the Yangyuan Realm quickly spread out to the edge of the group, drawing their weapons and preparing to fight.
Jiang Zhaoxia looked toward a tall building ahead. It appeared to be an inn at least six stories high. The lanterns on its balconies hung crookedly, but one could still imagine its former splendor.
Atop the building, a figure slowly entered Jiang Zhaoxia's view.
It was none other than the Demon Emperor.
One of the Demon Emperor's hands seemed to be dragging something. Only when he reached the edge of