Rolling demonic clouds blanketed half the skies above Poyang City.
The Demon-Suppressing Regional Command, a symbol of the court's majesty, had most of its rooftops crushed beneath them.
Rubble littered the ground. Even the dust dared not rise, scattering only along the earth.
Hundreds of elite Demon-Suppressing troops clad in Cloud-Patterned Ink Robes had gathered from every direction. Seen from afar, they looked like a swarm of black ants, crushed beneath the blood-red canopy until they could barely lift their heads.
On ordinary days, these black-clad fiends patrolled the streets and alleys with hands on their sabers, frightening little children into silence.
But now, beneath that endless red glow, they seemed so frail and helpless.
Red-Scaled Demon Venerable's eyelids drooped slightly as his indifferent gaze swept over those below.
"..."
Wang Hong stared at the figure above him, looming like a demon god, and slowly drew his long saber.
He had thought he might die.
He hadn't thought he would be so powerless.
He was afraid he wouldn't even get the chance to swing his blade.
The sheer, overwhelming pressure had already made his kneecaps go weak.
"Phew..."
A long sigh.
Yue Huaiyuan slowly straightened his back. A pitch-black spear appeared in his palm.
Golden dragon patterns coiled around its shaft, faint light flowing across it. It was clearly no Mortal-Grade weapon.
"Wang, you big fool, looks like we won't get to enjoy this drink today."
"If we can't enjoy it today, I'll find you for a drink in the next life!"
"Good!"
Yue Huaiyuan burst into laughter.
At the same time,
Bzzzz—
A young Daoist in robes took a step forward.
Zhang Daoxuan's expression was as dark as water. His usually clear eyes now blazed with surging lightning.
"Though my cultivation is shallow, I know that vanquishing demons and