Sword Cultivator Wen Shi sat inside the tent. Over three days, he had finished tallying the forces remaining in Demon-Suppressing Pass.
One eighth-rank Sword Cultivator, gravely wounded.
Two eighth-rank Qi Refining Practitioners, leaders of a merchant guild in Demon-Suppressing Pass, who had already withdrawn from the pass two days earlier.
One eighth-rank Martial Warrior, gravely wounded.
One hundred and fifty-two seventh-rank Qi Refining Practitioners.
Half were gravely wounded, and the remaining half had originally managed logistics...
As for cultivators of the middle three realms, there were currently just over five hundred, most of them in the fourth and fifth realms.
These were all the fighting forces currently left in Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Looking at the figures, Wen Shi let out a deep sigh.
This had been nothing short of a devastating blow to Demon-Suppressing Pass.
He reported his findings to the current City Lord, Li Ping'an.
Li Ping'an glanced over them. He had already had some idea.
But when he saw the exact figures, he still could not help freezing for a moment.
In all of vast Demon-Suppressing Pass, only this handful of people remained.
They probably would not even fill the gaps between the Demon Race's teeth.
"Organize a withdrawal for all of them," Li Ping'an said mildly. "You should all leave in stages over the coming days, too. Your mission is complete."
Wen Shi froze. "But... but... Mr. Li, how long will the Demon Race need to repair the passage?"
"I don't know either. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps today."
"If Demon-Suppressing Pass falls, the Nine Provinces will surely be plunged into a catastrophe."
Wen Shi took a deep breath and said solemnly.
"We are willing to follow you, Mr. Li, and swear to defend Demon-Suppressing Pass to the death!"
Li Ping'an patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Leave the Human