Western Ox-He Continent, Huangliang City.
This once-prosperous city teetered ever closer to collapse under the attacks of bloodthirsty Demon Beasts that feared neither life nor death.
The Demon Beasts were ferocious, and all news had been cut off. Even when some scraps of outside news were obtained, the most common reply was-holding on meant hope; rescue efforts were already being organized.
That was basically as pointless as taking off your pants to fart.
Lychee leaned against the city wall, looking somewhat weary. To her left, a stretch of wall was half-collapsed. She gently fingered the protective Dharma Treasure in her hand, feeling the Spiritual Power within it nearing exhaustion once again.
She had not kept the Pills Xu Jin had given her last time to herself, but had shared them with other gravely wounded cultivators.
They, too, had fought to the bitter end for this city. Lychee had neither reason nor any way to sit back and watch them die like that.
So there were few Pills left now.
Some had asked where these unexpected, lifesaving Pills had come from, but Lychee had merely brushed off their questions.
Some might have understood, while others might still have been puzzled, but Lychee's actions before then had already earned everyone's recognition.
In the end, they could only take the broad-minded view that heaven had granted them two more chances.
More and more Demon Beasts had been wandering here lately. There was no telling whether someone had begun deliberately directing them, intending to uproot this eyesore of a city.
"Feels like we're fucking about to buckle."
A rough male voice sounded behind Lychee, and she looked up.
A burly man, powerfully built but covered in wounds, clambered onto the wall and looked down at the commoners harvesting Demon Beast carcasses for food.
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