Half the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
"Clang, clang..."
A small hole suddenly broke open in a patch of grass, and a man in white crawled out from within.
His body was covered in filthy dirt, yet it could not hide his handsome, refined features.
It was Lu Changsheng, who had dug his way out from the underground space.
Relying on the sharpness of the Pig-Slaughtering Blade in his hand, he quickly dug through the stone slabs underground and reached the surface without expending much effort.
When it came to digging holes, he was a professional.
He had been controlling the Pangolin to dig for nearly a year. This little distance was naturally a piece of cake.
Before long, Lu Changsheng tidied himself up slightly and sprinted toward the county town.
By the time Lu Changsheng returned to the main hall of the Demon Suppression Department, quite a few people had already come back.
A group of people stood in the hall with grave expressions, and the atmosphere was rather oppressive.
Lu Changsheng looked around and noticed that many figures were missing, most of them Skin Refining martial artists.
Sure enough, quite a few martial artists would never return.
Five went out, one came back—there were no shortage of such cases.
He found that the situations of many official Demon Suppressors were the same as his own.
Lu Changsheng found it deeply regrettable, but there was nothing he could do.
When Skin Refining martial artists carried out missions, they were often in the greatest danger.
As long as one stepped into Muscle Refining, their safety increased by a great deal.
Once one reached Bone Forging, so long as they were careful, it was difficult for them to perish unless they encountered an exceptionally large-scale