There was really no need to say anything more.
At the terrifying sight before them, with purple mist roiling across the sky, even a pig would have known disaster was upon them.
The emperor's expression flickered with alarm and uncertainty. He turned toward the old Daoist seated in the chair. "True Person... what is going on now?"
Why had these demons come charging at Chang'an again?
So little time had passed since the last catastrophe. Great Tang's national strength simply could not withstand one upheaval after another like this.
Wu Shisan's hand stiffened around his palm-leaf fan. He swallowed, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart.
The old Daoist rose, walked to the threshold of the great hall, and looked up at the sky.
After watching for a moment, he turned toward the burly man beside him, who wore a loose gray robe, and forced himself to appear calm.
"Ahem... do you recognize those people up there?"
"..."
White Elephant stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling faintly beneath his hood.
The composure he had accumulated over long years vanished in that instant.
Unable to maintain his earlier calm, he stared up at the sky and finally spoke bitterly. "I thought... I'd hidden myself well enough..."
Well, there it was!
Hearing that,
how could Wu Shisan fail to realize that White Elephant had brought this whole force down upon them?
He gave the emperor an apologetic look, inwardly lamenting his plight.
This White Elephant had really screwed him over completely this time.
Above the clouds,
purple-black demonic mist surged like ocean tides.
At the very front,
a burly old man stood with his hands behind his back, clad in heavy dark-purple armor.
He lowered his eyes indifferently, gazing down below.
Only the burning gleam that flashed through his eyes