In Flame Province City, the great battle against the demon beasts besieging the city had already lasted nearly a month. The Immortal Dynasty army led by the Southern Suppressing King and the Flame Province clan forces led by the Wang Family had both suffered grievous losses.
Facing the Southern Suppressing King's question, Wang Junhui answered with a smile, "Rest assured, Your Highness. I contacted my cousin earlier. They have already led their forces into Flame Province and are rushing here. They should arrive soon."
"Good!" The Southern Suppressing King said in a deep voice. "By His Majesty's command, I am overseeing the Flame Province battlefield and the war against the Demon Country."
"Governor Wang, you had best send word to your cousin. If they fail to arrive on time, I will certainly submit a memorial against them before His Majesty!"
Wang Junhui smiled and flattered him, "Rest assured, Your Highness. My cousin will certainly not delay the battle."
"Humph!" The Southern Suppressing King snorted coldly and said no more, turning to leave. Taking advantage of the demon beasts' temporary halt in their assault, he needed to recover his injuries and magical power as quickly as possible to face the even harsher battles ahead.
Meanwhile, Wang Junhui returned to the family encampment. Without even tending to his bedraggled, blood-soaked appearance, he went straight to a secluded chamber. His mother, Liang Xuemiao, was resting and recovering there.
It was clear that Aunt Liang Xuemiao's aura was weak. The Vermilion Bird flame phantom surrounding her was like the last guttering candle in the wind, swaying on the verge of collapse.
Clearly, Aunt Liang Xuemiao had also suffered severe injuries in the battle against the Demon Country's army and had no choice but to recuperate here.
"Mother!" Wang Junhui entered and first bowed, then