Alone, with only his two fists, Gu Xizhou fought his way out of the city.
Numerous Demon Army troops surrounded him, seemingly intent on blocking his way.
Yet no one could stop him at all.
With a low roar, he kicked off the ground and darted left and right.
The Great Demons around him did not dare attack at all, while the lesser demons were merely throwing their lives away before Gu Xizhou.
On closer inspection, Gu Xizhou was not killing demons without a method.
He specifically targeted demons of the middle three realms; demons of the lower third realm meant nothing to him at all.
All the demons of the middle fifth realm could do was flee.
Or attack en masse to slow Gu Xizhou's steps a little.
The Great Demons of the upper third realm did not intervene. They did not even watch.
Demon Saint Feilian frowned.
Reports kept arriving from his subordinates. Of the Demon Army troops that had poured into the city, some were now dead and others had fled, their ranks utterly routed.
Feilian truly could not understand why so many reinforcements had suddenly appeared.
By his reckoning, the Demon Slayers should have been isolated and without aid.
It seemed something had gone awry.
Feilian did not panic, and his furrowed brow gradually smoothed.
He calculated on his fingers, seeking to divine where this unforeseen change had originated, and who had caused it.
Yet he could divine nothing.
Feilian smiled faintly. "Interesting!"
He raised his hand and lightly pointed.
Outside the city, the Demon Race's assault grew fiercer.
On the cliff face.
The Blue Robes Man brushed the dust of travel from his clothes and smiled faintly.
"Li Ping'an has arrived with friends. We made it in time, at least."
The Demon Slayer Ye