"I won't allow it. I absolutely won't allow something like this to happen! How can we let those damned Nether Ghosts and demons destroy our homeland again?!" a general ground out through clenched teeth.
They had only enjoyed a few peaceful years, yet now those Nether Ghosts and demons wanted to ravage their home again—to utterly destroy the last place where they could take refuge, and slaughter and devour every person they held dear.
He would never allow something so absurd to happen again.
"How could it not happen? We're doomed. We simply can't stop them."
A general had fallen into despair, believing that the end of humanity had come. No matter what they did, it would be useless; all they could do was wait for death.
"Right, where is the City Lord? Where has the City Lord gone? If the City Lord takes action, perhaps he can still stop those terrifying Nether Ghosts and demons."
A general suddenly spoke up.
Many of them were stirred by the thought. In fact, they had only joined Qingyang City within the last few years, so naturally they knew of Qingyang City's elusive City Lord, who was never seen from beginning to end.
It was precisely because that mysterious City Lord had founded Qingyang City and set down three super formations that the demons and Nether Ghosts had been kept outside its walls.
Without the City Lord's power, they likely could never have built such a safe homeland.
Yet ever since joining Qingyang City, they had never once seen that mysterious City Lord, nor did they know where he had gone.
"That's right. The City Lord seemed to have left behind a treasure that lets us send him a message," one of Qingyang City's old residents recalled.
"There is indeed such a treasure."