"Lord Xia is truly too powerful."
Gu Bo and the others cheered wildly, thrilled beyond measure. They could scarcely believe the scene before their eyes.
Those Nether Ghosts and demons had been so arrogant just moments ago, a vast and mighty force numbering over a hundred thousand, looking as though they would flatten Qingyang City in an instant and wipe them all out.
But the moment the Chaos Bell rang, they were immediately scared out of their wits, fleeing at a speed these people had never seen before.
Even so, they could not escape. At least seventy percent of their soldiers had died, leaving behind countless corpses below the city walls, piled high as mountains—a landscape carpeted with the dead.
When had they ever seen so many demons and Nether Ghosts die? Without a doubt, even if they died right now, this would still be an epic victory.
"They ran quite fast."
Xia Ping stood atop the city tower, looking down from on high with his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed at the demons. "Didn't you just want to slaughter Qingyang City? Your swagger was so overwhelming—why are you all running away now?"
"You!"
A group of demons nearly exploded with rage at those words. They were not fools; naturally, they could hear the mockery in Xia Ping's tone. He was clearly laughing at their blind arrogance.
"Not convinced? Then come and attack Qingyang City again. If even one of you manages to escape this time, I'll count it as my loss." Xia Ping cast them a sidelong glance, watching the demons calmly.
"This...!"
The demons looked at the Chaos Bell above Xia Ping's head and could not help shuddering, lingering fear still gripping their hearts.
If the Chaos Bell rang again, the remaining thirty percent of