"City Lord, you've come out of seclusion."
Xia Ping had barely emerged when a soldier spotted him and asked excitedly.
"Mm. How has Qingyang City been lately?" Xia Ping nodded.
The soldier immediately replied with admiration, "Thanks to you, City Lord, everything in Qingyang City is going well. The people are living and working in peace, there haven't been any reports of Nether Ghosts harming anyone, and everyone has enough food and clothing."
In a world that had become like the apocalypse, having enough food and clothing was practically a heavenly life. Before Xia Ping arrived, the soldier could never have imagined a world like this.
Even if it was all a dream, he wanted it to go on forever.
"Good."
Xia Ping was very pleased. Nothing had gone wrong during the days he had been in seclusion, which was the best outcome.
"Hmm?!"
Suddenly, he looked up. Within the range of his spiritual perception, several hundred thousand kilometers from Qingyang City, four powerful surges of demonic energy were charging toward them. The demonic energy was overwhelming.
The most terrifying was the Nether Ghost aura. It was as if the entire force had come out at once—not the thousand or so Nether Ghosts that had attacked him before, but twenty or thirty thousand.
It seemed that Formless Mountain had sent out its entire force. Their leader was naturally the Formless Ghost King, whose aura was as deep as an abyss and had reached at least the early stage of the Return to Truth Realm.
Besides that, there were three other surges of demon energy. Each force was no weaker than the Nether Ghosts, clearly allies invited by the Formless Ghost King to attack Qingyang City together.
Among these demons were experts on the level of Demon Kings, no weaker than