Reunion

Soon, the group arrived at the parade ground.

At Bai Weiyang's request, everyone took out their Demon-Suppression Tokens and hung them from their waists.

Among the crowd of men, Shi Lan stood out. On top of that, she held the rank of Centurion, attracting plenty of curious glances.

The parade ground was packed with people, stretching beyond sight. There were tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands, arranged in dozens of enormous squares. Not a single sound came from between the formations, save for the occasional snort of a dragonhorse.

The commanding platform towered dozens of zhang high at the very front of the parade ground, roughly a thousand zhang from Shi Lan's formation.

A figure stood upon it, no more than a black speck. Even with Shi Lan's keen eyesight, she could only make out a vague outline. In a gathering like this, the only person who could stand there was the Demon-Suppression Marshal.

"Comrades..."

After Shi Lan had sat astride her horse for nearly half an hour, a slightly low voice sounded beside her ear. The Demon-Suppression Marshal on the platform had begun to speak.

Though he was a thousand zhang away, his words came as clearly as a soft murmur by her ear, each phrase unhurried and distinct.

"Since the Demon Race broke through the pass and entered the Chengtian Domain, barely a year has passed—three hundred days and nights. Yet nearly half the Chengtian Domain has already fallen. The number of lives lost to demon beasts cannot be counted in the hundreds of millions. Blood-soaked terraces rise high, white bones blanket the wilderness, and our sins of slaughter reach the heavens..."

Many soldiers below clenched the reins in their hands. Those who had fallen to demon beasts had been their comrades, their brothers, even their