Runzhou, Danyang.
The great river lay to its north and Su-Hang to its south. This was a vital chokepoint on the canal.
A dozen or so li outside Danyang City.
Autumn rain fell without end.
Dozens of men in Demon Suppression Office uniforms stared into the gray curtain of rain ahead.
Rainwater ran down their hair and into their eyes, but none dared raise a hand to wipe it away.
Behind them stood a dilapidated Land God Temple.
The temple was packed with villagers who had fled their homes nearby. Women's muffled sobs and children's frightened cries caught in their throats, grating on everyone's nerves.
"Chief... is that thing still there?"
The Langjiang leading them was a one-eyed man, a savage claw scar slashing across half his face.
"That beast hasn't eaten its fill. Why would it leave?"
On any other day, Danyang's demon-suppression general would have dealt with a creature this vicious.
But now...
The one-eyed man glanced back.
Three days earlier.
Two Ink-Point Great Demons had joined forces to lay an ambush. Danyang Commandery's general had fought his way out and slain one of them, but suffered grievous wounds. He now lay in the city, his fate unknown.
And now another Great Demon had appeared.
How were they supposed to stop it?
As for calling for help...
Jiangnan East Circuit governed nineteen commanderies.
Apart from the commander-in-chief stationed in Wu Commandery of Suzhou Prefecture, eighteen demon-suppression generals served under him, each guarding a prefecture.
But ever since autumn began, no one knew what madness had seized those beasts. As if they had planned it together, they had risen one after another.
Every commandery had its hands full. How could any of them spare someone to rush to Danyang's aid?
"Roar—"
A low growl threaded through the wind and