Behind the Demon Race army, hundreds of great banners fluttered in the wind,
linked together, filling the entire night sky.
On a great banner to the east, a Giant Spirit God coiled, holding a cultivator's head and laughing heartily.
On another great banner, a Flood Dragon circled.
Yet another banner revealed a Demon God.
With a human body and a serpent's tail, it had seven hands behind its back...
Inside the command tent.
Demon Saint Feilian presided over the central army,
command flag in hand, directing the demons.
"Ring, ring~"
A young boy shook a bell, making quite a racket.
Feilian paid him no mind.
"I'm afraid Tengchong City won't fall anytime soon. Their reinforcements are few, but extremely powerful.
More forces will probably come to their aid later. I have no desire to be sealed in the Mist Forest again."
Inside the tent, a Two-Headed Man spoke.
"Where on earth did all these people come from? Feilian, aren't you skilled in divination? How did you fail to foresee this?"
Faced with his questioning, Feilian, a Demon Sage, showed neither annoyance nor anger. He said mildly,
"There has indeed been an unforeseen development. This is my fault. I assumed things would go too smoothly."
A female Sword Cultivator spoke. "Enough. There's no point bringing that up again. Let's discuss what we should do next."
"What should we do? Our only choice now is to throw everything at them.
Once their reinforcements arrive, I'm afraid it'll be too late!"
The Two-Headed Man sounded somewhat urgent.
The boy suddenly spoke. "I'm afraid it won't be that easy to do in a hurry. Tengchong City has quite a few experts.
Gu Xizhou... I never imagined that little fellow had already reached the Ninth Realm.
He was just a little brat back then, yet