Between the Human Race's Wu'an City and the Demon Race's Southern Heaven City lay a stretch of chaos.
The founding of Wu'an City marked the opening of an entirely new battlefield, while the life-and-death clash of thirteen supreme powerhouses from the Human and Demon Races directly blasted that battlefield apart.
The so-called "Wu'an-Southern Heaven Battlefield" could be said to have more than fulfilled its mission.
The symbolic significance of this great city that welcomed Human Race heroes home now far outweighed its strategic value. It was not safe enough to serve as a rear base, nor could it host great battles as a front line. What little vitality it retained depended entirely on tales of "a Human Race prodigy successfully returning from the Demon Race's hinterlands" and "the battle of thirteen supreme powerhouses."
True Lord Jiang revisited old ground, unable to help but sigh with feeling.
Even now, what had left the deepest impression on him and could not be forgotten was not the hardship of struggling in the Demon Realm back then. It was the hopes and waiting bound to his person after he had fallen into the Demon Race's hinterlands—the prayers and blessings.
But he merely made a brief circuit before quietly departing, coming and going without disturbing anyone.
A Qi State army was stationed here for training. Jiang Wang did not recognize the general leading it; he seemed to belong to one branch of the Bao Family. Counting on his fingers... it had already been five years since he left Qi.
Time flowed away like running water, yet still shone upon yellow leaves as clear ripples!
To kill the six True Demons of this world, Que Mengchen was an excellent target to make up the numbers.
Beyond the importance of his position as commander of the Feather