The first demonic beast enveloped by the crimson curtain of light let out a shriek more harrowing than anything Yang Wudi had heard in his life. The demonic beast was retreating.
The demonic beasts' bodies were made of resentful qi. Resentful qi arose from mortals' negative thoughts.
The will to resist of three million mortals, carried by vow power, struck the demonic beasts directly.
The gray-black resentful qi covering the demonic beasts sizzled beneath the crimson light. It peeled away in sheets, exposing the ruined bodies beneath, which could no longer hold together.
Without their covering of resentful qi, the demonic beasts were nothing but heaps of rotten flesh and shattered bones that scattered at a gust of wind.
Yang Mie stared, dumbfounded.
The long saber in Yang Mie's hand remained raised in midair. He had forgotten to bring it down.
A large demonic beast before him, which Yang Mie had fought for ages without finishing off, struggled for fewer than three breaths after the crimson curtain of light swept over it. Stripped clean of resentful qi, it collapsed into a heap of foul-smelling remains.
"What the fuck is this?" Yang Mie's mouth hung open.
Yang Wudi, however, quickly came to his senses.
"Less talking, chase them!" Yang Wudi charged forward with great strides.
The crimson curtain of light spread, enveloping more and more demonic beasts. Screams rose one after another as crimson radiance filled the battlefield, lighting up the night.
The hordes of demonic beasts charging from the ruins began falling back.
Those that could not escape disintegrated where they stood.
The faster ones turned and fled north.
The Yang Clan's elite pursued them, swinging their sabers relentlessly.
Yang Mie hacked until his hands ached, then glanced back toward the city walls.
A crimson pillar of light soared into