Eight Hundred, Then

Crane Champion didn't need to warn him. Du Mu had already seen the dense red dots on his minimap. They surrounded the human settlement, so numerous they had nearly turned half the map red.

The other Immortal Weapons' hearts sank. They rushed to the settlement's entrance.

They looked into the distance, and their faces darkened at once.

A vast mass of shifting black shapes surged toward them. As far as they could see, bizarre demons and Dimensional Monsters covered the ground. There were too many to count, and the army stretched beyond sight.

The Immortal Weapons felt their scalps prickle.

Even if all those demons and Dimensional Monsters stood still and let themselves be slaughtered, the Immortal Weapons would wear out their arms before killing them all.

Just then, the restless, noisy army fell silent. It parted like a tide, opening a broad passage down the middle.

The ground began to tremble.

Two giant demons, each several stories tall, emerged from the rear of the army step by step, carrying a massive black palanquin on their shoulders.

A burly man stood on its raised platform.

A strange golden helmet concealed most of his face. He wore gleaming gold heavy armor beneath a crimson robe and looked down at them, radiating an oppressive presence.

This was Changming, the ruler of the Eighth City whom Du Mu had seen in the one-eyed demon's memories.

The man's information appeared before Du Mu.

[NPC: Yaozu Quan]

[Aliases: Iron Fist, Changming]

[Affinity: -20]

[Assessment: First-Generation Iron Fist, Immortal Weapon, ruler of the Eighth City]

"The First-Generation Iron Fist!?"

Du Mu raised an eyebrow, surprise filling his eyes.

Lei Kung had mentioned the First-Generation Iron Fist before: the man who had sacrificed himself to seal the Eighth City.

Du Mu had never imagined that