The city walls had originally been packed with people.
Yet in the next moment, all that remained were empty battlements and a few tattered flags.
From beginning to end, Kong Fang had not moved so much as a finger. He had not even lowered his head to glance at Cangwu City, as though this city was nothing more than an insignificant grain of sand by his feet.
Afterward, Kong Fang spoke like a Heavenly Emperor proclaiming an imperial edict to the mortal world. Whether cultivator or ordinary person, everyone heard him clearly.
"From this day forth, the Central Region belongs to me."
"You have two paths: surrender, or die!"
He said it lightly, almost casually.
Yet no one doubted his strength.
After all, he was a Demon God who had lived for ten thousand years, ruling countless demons in the Demon Realm, with Demon Kings and Demon Emperors under his command as numerous as hairs on an ox.
His mere aura could crush a city-protecting grand formation. Who would dare doubt him?
After hearing the survivors' account, Xu Changqing remained silent for a long time.
Li Lingbi broke the silence and asked, "How long do you think we can hold out?"
He did not ask whether they could win, nor did he ask whether they could stop them. He directly asked how long they could hold out.
Because everyone knew full well that against an existence like a Demon God, victory was a wild hope, holding them back was a miracle, and how long they could endure was the only truly realistic question.
This former ruler of an imperial dynasty had learned to assess the situation after witnessing Lu Chenyuan's ambitions, the destruction of the Yellow Springs Alliance, and the invasion of the Demon Realm.
Xu Changqing extended his right