The Demon Race Retreats, the Black Hand Reappears

The monsters had fallen into a disadvantage and had no choice but to begin an orderly retreat.

Li Qing observed through the Shadow Paper Doll. "It seems the Yang Province City army intends to force these monsters back into the grotto-heaven."

"They can't wait to end this war."

After holding out for half a day, the monsters truly seemed unable to withstand it any longer and began to retreat step by step.

Some of the monsters appeared to have received word and began fleeing in one direction.

The human encirclement squads followed close behind, hunting them down with frenzied pursuit.

Naturally, the five squads that had killed the Anomaly had not suffered much damage. Only a few monsters died now and then, making them appear normal.

Dao Lineage cultivators secretly observed from the shadows, constantly adjusting the soldiers' attacks to prevent them from slaughtering too much and ruining the plan.

Time passed quickly. Small groups of monsters vanished, and the human army completely lost their trail.

They had no idea where they had gone.

At this moment, within the main tent of the Yang Province City army, Mo Tianyun took out a marvelous mirror.

Within the mirror, peculiar points of light flickered. It seemed to reflect an expansive mountain range.

The points of light were gathered in one area amid the mountains, their scattered glow especially distinctive.

A trace of a smile appeared in Mo Tianyun's eyes. "Found them."

"They're here."

King of Yang Province and Zhu Chengli, standing beside him, both smiled at the scene in the mirror.

King of Yang Province chuckled. "Since we've found them, it's time to act. We absolutely cannot give them a second chance."

King of Yang Province looked at the messenger beside him. "Pass down the order. The entire army is to activate