Across the wasteland, dust billowed like a dragon.
Several thousand riders in black armor wound their way along the desolate official road like a silent Black Dragon.
At the center of the column, Wei He wore a dark robe beneath a broad black cloak.
Though the wind and sand lashed his face, his brow remained tightly furrowed.
More than a dozen riders clustered around him. Unlike ordinary members of the Demon Suppression Bureau, each of them wore garments embroidered with snarling Golden Lion Beasts in gold thread, their auras deep and still as an abyss.
Clearly, these were all core figures of the Demon Suppression Bureau, ranked General of the Guard or above.
"Great General."
A rough-faced General of the Guard urged his horse closer and spoke in a booming voice. "Are you still worried about that White Ape?"
"That monster may have entered the Core Formation Realm, but you've steeped yourself in that realm for years. What's more, our Demon Suppression Bureau has turned out in full force this time, every elite dispatched. Even if it's a dragon's pool or tiger's den, we'll stomp it flat!"
"Indeed!" Another General of the Guard, somewhat leaner and scholarly in bearing, nodded in agreement. "General Shi speaks wisely. Our Demon Suppression Bureau has suppressed Longyou for over a hundred years. When have we ever feared a mere demon? If it had any sense, it would have tucked its tail and fled back to the Western Region long ago. Yet it still dares occupy the lands beyond the pass—it is simply seeking its own death."
At those words, the surrounding Generals of the Guard all showed their agreement.
In their eyes, this battle was unquestionably theirs to win.
A Great Demon of the Core Formation Realm was indeed formidable, but this time, it