Yu Sheng stood beside a Demon Beast's corpse, took out his phone, and searched for the Bounty Hall's number.
A message notification flashed.
He opened it.
Reading the message, Yu Sheng fell silent.
A long while later...
"Does saving people really make you happy?"
"I have to try it eventually."
Speaking softly, he glanced at the Demon Beast's corpse on the ground again. "What a shame. The people from the Bounty Hall can't come out."
He put away his phone, turned, and left.
His destination... Jiangcheng.
Demon-Suppressing Pass.
By now, it had been completely drenched in blood.
Corpses littered the ground, and blood had even pooled in a layer across the top of the walls.
The roars of Demon Beasts rang out without end.
Here, life seemed to have become the cheapest thing of all.
More and more Demon Beasts charged onto Demon-Suppressing Pass, forcing the defensive line back.
Like a madman, Pavilion Master Lin fought at the very front, gusts of Clear Breeze sweeping out and harvesting Demon Beasts' lives.
Until a goshawk swooped down and locked him in battle.
They rose into the sky together.
In the distance, the coiling phantom dragon behind Zhong Yushu bore down on the golden eagle with an overwhelming pressure.
Meanwhile, he held his Spear and fought Xiangliu.
Fighting two alone, he held his ground.
He fully displayed the bearing of the Human Race's god of war.
But there were too many Demon Beasts this time...
"Jiangcheng's Ink Pavilion, here to reinforce you!"
"Jiangcheng's Dark Pavilion, present!"
"Demon-Slaughtering Pavilion..."
"Reserve Corps..."
"Guard Bureau..."
"Civilian hunters from the Bounty Hall..."
Voices rang out one after another, until finally, an aged voice swept across Demon-Suppressing Pass.
"The leadership of Ink Academy, together with all its teachers, has come to reinforce Demon-Suppressing Pass."
"**All who