Mo Xie grabbed a bicycle from the roadside and rode leisurely toward the Safe Barrier with Little White.
Notably, they did not encounter a single Demon Beast along the way. That was lucky, considering his magic energy was completely depleted.
The streets were deserted. Streetlights lay toppled across the road, and the buildings on either side all showed signs of damage.
The female wolf king and the Winged Azure Wolf had been killed, and the Military Mages had cleared out the Warrior-level Demon Beasts. There were no longer any serious threats in the city.
As for the leaderless Servant-level Demons, they were too busy fleeing to linger in the city.
As he passed through Bo City and took in the desolate scene, Mo Xie could not help feeling a pang of grief.
Bo City was the hometown where he had grown up. Watching it reduced to this was hard to bear.
Even if he was the one responsible for the worst damage, in the commercial district...
After this disaster, Bo City would most likely have to be rebuilt.
But as long as its people remained, Bo City would never disappear.
Little White lay on Mo Xie's head, gave a lazy yawn, and went back to sleep.
After finding Mo Xie unconscious last night, Little White had stayed by his side for half the night.
Little White was exhausted and needed a good sleep.
The bicycle reached the Bo River. Once they crossed the bridge, the Safe Barrier lay straight ahead.
A group of Military Mages stood guard at the far end of the bridge, evidently to prevent a surprise attack by Demon Beasts.
Most of Bo City's Military Mages knew Mo Xie. Even those who did not know him personally had seen his face. He was their commander's disciple, after