Li Xuancang still did not know that Shen Chongyuan had already begun to make his move, intending to put him in his place.
At that moment, he wore a grave expression as he listened to Yang Tiangang's report.
"My lord, there have recently been numerous incidents of Demons harming people within Sweet Spring Commandery. Even quite a few cultivators have been killed. The common folk are panic-stricken, and the situation is unstable."
Li Xuancang frowned deeply, a headache coming on.
Demons were the hardest to guard against. They struck from the shadows, leaving Li Xuancang in an extremely passive position.
Due to Sweet Spring Commandery's unique circumstances, many Demons entered alongside merchant caravans, and there was no way to cut them off completely.
Li Xuancang was the garrison envoy of Sweet Spring Commandery. He would not stand by and do nothing.
"Send more men to investigate. Report immediately at the slightest sign of trouble."
Li Xuancang now had strong troops and ample manpower. He would never allow Demons to run rampant.
In the depths of the night, gurgling sounds came from a well somewhere in the city.
Then, a flood dragon shaped like withered vines wrapped around a body darted into the shadows of the surrounding buildings and vanished.
A moment later, it emerged from one shadow and entered another.
Wood Flood Dragon swiftly arrived at a small courtyard, blending into the surrounding darkness without a sound or the slightest disturbance.
Countless hair-thin vines extended from the shadows. The next instant, they drilled into the nostrils, earholes, and pores of a sleeping family, crawling along their blood vessels and spreading throughout their bodies.
The sleeping commoners felt nothing at all. Every organ in their bodies was drained dry by the vines, leaving behind only intact skins.
Having finished all this,