"E-enemy attack!!!"
On the long street, a piercing howl suddenly tore through the night.
Cui Yuan snapped back to his senses, cold all over. Instinctively, he turned and roared at the Demon-Suppression Guards behind him, "Hurry and inform the Commander-in-Chief!"
But the moment the words left his mouth, Cui Yuan helplessly fell silent.
He raised his head in a daze.
The rolling purple mist filling the sky and those three terrifying figures blotting out the heavens had already pressed the whole of Chang'an beneath a suffocating weight.
With such a blazing, world-ending commotion, what need was there for him to report it?
Sure enough.
Almost the instant the change swept across the sky.
BOOM!!
Several brilliant streaks of light shot up from deep within Chang'an, soaring straight into the clouds.
The High Ancestor of Great Tang stood above the clouds in plain clothes, his hands clasped behind his back.
The fierce wind tugged at his white hair and beard.
This old man, who had once personally safeguarded Great Tang's golden age, now gazed up at the three imperious Great Demons, his face filled with helpless bewilderment.
Instinctively, he turned to glance at the figures flying up beside him, then suddenly gave a bitter smile.
"You... needn't come along."
Those standing beside him were all senior members of Great Tang's Demon Suppression Office.
But now, their Incense-Fire Power had been cut off, and their Golden Bodies had dissipated.
Only Deputy Commander Zhao Zhongliu, like him, had remained steadfast on the orthodox martial path instead of switching to the great path of Incense-Fire Power.
As for the others.
Their auras were feeble, seventy percent of their cultivation lost. Even hovering in the air left them swaying precariously.
Going up in such a state would only add a few more corpses.
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