Siege

"Kid! Don't go!"

The old exorcist cried out in alarm. But how could the young exorcist still hear his father? He sprinted toward the Second Guardian at the very front, as if the Second Guardian were not a demon but a pile of gold.

It was not that the young exorcist was brainless. After all, he made his living in this trade and had survived no small number of dangers. It was simply because any somewhat experienced exorcist could tell at a glance that the Second Guardian was not particularly strong. Yet he stood directly before all the demons, which suggested he might be their leader. On top of that, exorcists were all proud and arrogant. A demon king who was weak yet happened to be the leader was undoubtedly gold falling from the sky to an exorcist!

As the young exorcist leaped down from the city wall, a large group of exorcists followed close behind, dropping from the wall like dumplings into a pot. Howling and shouting, they charged toward the demon horde. The old exorcist was among them, though his target was clearly not the demons, but his own child.

As for the demons' overwhelming numbers, the exorcists clearly did not take them too seriously. Based on past experience, numbers were useless to demons. They fought individually and even attacked one another. They were nothing but a disorganized rabble, and exorcists could often reap enormous gains from that chaos.

Exorcists hunted demons for profit. The usual principle followed by most exorcists was this: fight if they could win, kill as many as they could, and once they could no longer kill or fight, turn tail and run!

"Perhaps that was why General Cheng did not care at all about these exorcists. A group of undisciplined, chaotic fighters was