In the distant mountain forests, a group of Heaven Human Realm martial artists had been searching for an opportunity to profit—or perhaps to make Demon Suppression Pass owe them a favor.
The instant they heard an explosion ring out within Demon Suppression Pass, their minds reeled, and they were all left dumbfounded.
"Could those wicked heretics really be planning to destroy Demon Suppression Pass?"
"How could that be possible?"
But the explosions that rang out from within the pass next cut off their thoughts.
Although everyone had always felt that Demon Suppression Pass mattered more as a symbol than in practical terms, when this city—standing between the demons and the Human Race for tens of thousands of years, or perhaps even longer—was truly on the verge of destruction, they still panicked.
As they were still trying to figure out what to do, Zhao Muchen's voice reached their ears, bringing the panicked crowd back to their senses.
"Reinforce Demon Suppression Pass!"
"Quick, hurry and go help!"
"These damned wicked heretics are really cunning!"
"Are the guards in Demon Suppression Pass all dead? It hasn't even been long, and the bandits have already infiltrated again."
Having gotten their answer, the Heaven Human Realm martial artists who had come from the nearby families turned around and rushed toward Demon Suppression Pass.
"Since you've come all this way, how could we let you leave so easily!"
The Heaven Human Realm martial artists had just come to their senses and turned around. Before they could take even two steps, a roar rang out from the surrounding mountain forests.
In an instant, demonic energy and bloody mist billowed, sweeping toward those closest to them.
"You little rats came well prepared, but have you ever considered one thing?"
Having seen through every measure the wicked heretics had