At Grand Residence No. 95, the two descendants of ghost gods set out gongs, drums, and banners, found a pig-butchering knife, called over some underlings, and dragged a thousand ghosts and monsters out of the alleys outside to begin the sacrifice.
Seeing this, Wang Quan did not immediately summon the [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] to strike. Instead, he contacted the city lord.
Ever since the last [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] strike, the city lord had taken the initiative to give Wang Quan a communication tool.
Now, as soon as Wang Quan sent his message, the city lord responded, "Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, could you space out the strikes from your [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] a little more?"
"My city really can't withstand repeated strikes from that thing!"
Wang Quan was taken aback. "I'm authorized to strike once a month, but I've only used it once all these years."
"And even that was to wipe out the rebels."
"I've already used very few strikes."
The city lord's mouth twitched. Stunned, he asked, "Really, once a month?"
"Yes!"
The city lord fell silent for a moment. "Could you turn down the power a little?"
Wang Quan shook his head. "Last time was already the lowest power setting."
"There's no way to lower it any further."
The city lord sighed. "Its lowest power setting destroyed a third of the city?"
"Yes!"
"That's how this Magic Treasure was designed. There's nothing I can do about it."
The city lord gritted his teeth. "Then wait a moment. I'll contact the big shots in the alleys and see whether I can get them to stop opposing you."
Wang Quan was surprised. "You can't govern them?"
The city lord answered with complete confidence, "Of course I can't."
"The beings in the alleys aren't the same kind of ghosts