Blood-red clouds hung low over Glory City. Black ash rose from the ruins of the Divine Family as a sinister wind swept through them. The piercing sounds of battle penetrated the thick clouds, making Ye Zong's heart suddenly tighten as he arrived with reinforcements after disposing of the Divine Family's remaining followers.
He looked up, and his pupils contracted at the sight in the center of the square-the Wind and Snow Spirit God's demon spirit projection had already lost its radiance. The wind and snow power swirling around it was pinned beneath ghost demon power as thick as ink, and every struggle seemed feeble, as though it would collapse at any moment. The one responsible was none other than Ghost Fiend, a guardian of the Dark Guild! Ghostly energy surged around him like towering waves, while the Bloodthirsty Ghost Demon's projection bared its fangs and brandished its claws behind him. Each swipe tore through the air with a shrill screech like fingernails scraping metal and stone, and every blow weakened the Wind and Snow Spirit God's aura further.
Ye Zong clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white and seemed almost ready to split. He could clearly sense the terrifying, suffocating pressure emanating from Ghost Fiend. With his current strength, confronting him would be no different from hurling an egg against a rock. But the land beneath his feet was Glory City, which his family had guarded for generations; the people behind him were this city's citizens. Retreat? He had nowhere to retreat!
For a moment, memories surged through him like a tide. It was the night his father, Ye Mo, had handed him the City Lord's token. The old man's rough palm had landed heavily on his shoulder, his voice grave yet resolute. "Ever since our ancestors led the