Primeval Demonic Realm, southeastern battlefield. A secret edict arrived; Xuan Qing received it, his expression stirred.
After years of struggle, this day had finally come.
Before Xuan Qing, the Four Xuan Guards wore equally excited expressions and offered their congratulations one after another.
"Prepare to depart for the imperial city," Xuan Qing said.
"Yes!"
Led by Dongxuan Yuting, Beixuan Yaoxue, Xixuan Yufeng, and Nanxuan Yangyi, the Four Xuan Guards saluted in unison, then turned and left the tent to prepare for the return to the city.
Half a day later, outside the Heavenly Demon camp, under the escort of three thousand elite devil soldiers, the Crown Prince's carriage set out at speed toward the Heavenly Demon Imperial City.
On the dragon carriage, Xixuan Yufeng drove onward while using his unique cultivation art to aid the three thousand elite devil soldiers in their journey, accelerating their return.
After another half day of travel, the sun sank in the west, and the sky gradually darkened with it.
As night fell, the three thousand devil soldiers became fully alert, ready at any moment to face enemies who might appear.
On the dragon carriage, Xixuan Yufeng spread his divine sense to its utmost and did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.
The news of the Third Prince's return could not possibly be concealed. Tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful.
In the east, the cold moon rose. As the devil army passed through a valley, wind and sand suddenly rose without wind. Shadow after shadow appeared from nowhere, without any warning, and charged directly at the devil army ahead.
Caught by the sudden assassination attempt, the three thousand devil soldiers had not even recovered their senses before several hundred had already fallen. A gap was torn open around the dragon