"A mere Heavenly Thunder City, yet the Northern Emperor actually sent you, Demonic General Wulang. This really is using a great talent for a trivial task."
"After all, you are an Eight-Meridian Demon Emperor capable of commanding thirty thousand Demonic Generals. He should have sent you to attack Langfeng City or Yujing City."
Outside Heavenly Thunder City.
Amid billowing yellow sand, a Demonic Beast shaped like a mountain sprite stood at the very front of the Demonic Army's formation, complaining to a tall, imposing Demonic General whose face was as black as charcoal.
Had a veteran general of the Demon-Slaying Army been there, he would certainly have recognized this charcoal-faced Demonic General as Wulang, a renowned Demonic General of the Nine Abysses.
The Demonic General beside him, with a human face, beastlike features, and a bright red nose, was Wulang's deputy, Shanxiao.
He, too, was a powerful Demonic General.
Standing atop a Black Flood Dragon's head, Wulang spoke to Demonic General Shanxiao without looking back:
"Shanxiao, this Heavenly Thunder City is not so simple."
As he spoke, Wulang rested his hand on the long saber at his waist, his gaze piercing as he said:
"If we can take it, we will certainly be able to uproot Langfeng City, that Demon-Suppressing Stele."
"When that happens, we will be able to drive ourselves like a nail firmly into the rear of the Human Race Army."
He paused at this point before continuing:
"Most importantly, the Human Race Army has yet to realize Heavenly Thunder City's importance. Right now, only a few dozen Demon-Slaying Army veterans with one foot in the grave are guarding it, relying on its barriers."
"Even the sole obstacle, Divine General Xu Taiping, has been lured away by the Northern Emperor's scheme."
Hearing this, Demonic General Shanxiao exclaimed in