A mountain wall over a hundred zhang high rose from the ground, with massive boulders stretching across it.
Like a pillar holding up the heavens, it sheltered Tengchong City.
It also blocked countless demon troops from marching north.
This mountain peak resembled a radiant divine temple, bearing an unchanging, ancient majesty.
Demon Slayer Ye Liang stood atop the mountain wall, sword in hand, his head high, his chest thrust out, his expression resolute.
It was as though he were this mountain, towering and unshakable.
General Hu Wan shakily rose to his feet.
"Tell the cultivators in Tengchong City that if they want to live a little longer,
come out and fight. Defend this city to the death.
Once the demon army marches north, the restrictions here will no longer have any effect."
Ye Liang added another remark.
"Of course, resistance probably won't do any good. It'll only buy a little more time. If you want to flee, suit yourselves."
Hu Wan froze for a moment, then turned and ran.
"Quick! Quick! Spread the word!"
Tengchong City, the council hall.
Several hundred cultivators stood outside, discussing the situation.
Every face was solemn.
They were all doing their utmost to control themselves, keeping fear and panic from showing on their faces.
Inside the council hall, all the leaders of the Six Families and Seven Clans had assembled.
So many people gathered together formed an eerie silence, giving off an immense sense of oppression.
An indescribable pressure hung over them, leaving them breathless, and many cultivators could not speak.
"It seems the legends were true. With the demon army at our gates, do we fight, or..."
The family head seated in the place of honor broke the silence.
Someone wiped away his sweat. "Fight? Wouldn't that be the same as throwing our