From afar, firelight was already shining down from ahead, while the sounds of battle tangled with strange howls.
When Xu Zimo reached the city wall, he swept his gaze over the scene and found several thousand people stationed there.
His gaze fell beyond the city wall, looking down beneath the city.
Below, monsters packed the ground in dense masses, somewhat resembling the Little Ghosts of legend.
Their bodies were dark purple, their faces hideous. They stood taller than ordinary people and wielded all manner of weapons.
They were not particularly powerful, but at a glance, there were no fewer than ten thousand of them.
Even across the distant horizon, traces of these Little Ghosts could be seen everywhere.
"Hold the line, everyone! We absolutely cannot let the demons breach our city!" a man in black armor shouted from within the crowd.
The might of the Saint Meridian Realm radiated from his body. He was considered the strongest person here.
Strands of pale golden spiritual energy coiled around him. In the dark night, he was like a blazing sun, illuminating the area around the city.
Battle was on the verge of breaking out. These Little Ghosts could leap dozens of meters into the air, their bodies extraordinarily nimble. With just two or three great jumps, they could reach the city wall.
"Kill! Protect our Chu City!"
"Don't be afraid! Though these Little Ghosts are numerous, they're all weak!"
"As long as we survive this demon disaster, everything City Lord Huyuan promised will be fulfilled one by one!"
People shouted around the city. Some of the weaker cultivators stood guard atop the city wall.
Others who had confidence in their own strength stepped into the air and flew directly out of the city, charging into the demon horde.
Xu Zimo looked around.