The Foreign Demon King

Yang Xiao followed Shen Jingxian back to Azure Mist City.

Neither of them spoke along the way.

Shen Jingxian seemed lost in thought, his brow faintly furrowed and his gaze distant.

Yang Xiao was digesting what he had just learned while sensing the Flesh Furnace working within him.

Three hundred and sixty apertures.

For any Aperture-Opening Realm martial artist, that number represented a foundation staggering enough to shake anyone.

But as Shen Jingxian had said, the stronger the foundation, the greater the pressure when condensing a core.

He needed a sufficiently powerful Core Condensation Method.

And for now, it seemed he still needed the help of quite a few Aperture-Opening Realm demons.

By the time they returned to Azure Mist City, the situation had largely stabilized.

The Demon Suppression Division's Deputy Generals were clearing the battlefield, dragging out the six demons' corpses one by one for cataloging and disposal.

The people the demons had imprisoned in the City Lord's Residence had been rescued. Demon Suppression Guards were guiding them away in twos and threes.

Most were pale and weak, their eyes still full of fear. The past few days had clearly terrified them.

But whatever else had happened, they had survived.

Shen Jingxian found Gu Chenshan at the City Lord's Residence.

The mid-stage Aperture-Opening Realm Deputy General was resting against a wall, his face pale. Several other badly wounded Deputy Generals sat or lay nearby, silently recovering their strength.

When Gu Chenshan and the others saw Shen Jingxian and Yang Xiao return from outside the city, relief flashed through their eyes.

"Deputy General."

Gu Chenshan struggled to stand, but Shen Jingxian raised a hand to stop him.

"No need for formalities. Focus on recovering."

Gu Chenshan looked at Yang Xiao beside him, his expression complicated.

He had been hunted through