Demon-Suppressing Pass.
Xiangliu roared, his enormous snake tail lashing the ground again and again, smashing crater after crater into it.
Dark green blood dripped onto the ground and seeped into the swamp.
Blue-green smoke rose from it.
He stared at the distant battlefield locked in a stalemate and roared.
He seemed somewhat unable to understand.
Why had the promised uprising in Jiangcheng, which would sweep through Demon-Suppressing Pass from within, still shown no sign of happening?
Humans really were all treacherous.
But having already mounted such a massive offensive, he would have no way to answer to the Demon Domain if he retreated now.
He had to win.
For a time, Xiangliu's attacks grew even fiercer.
Yet Zhong Yushu remained as immovable as a mountain.
The Golden Eagle being held back in the distance let out a piercing cry. Several senior figures from Ink Academy were all wounded.
But at this rate, they could hold him back for at least another hour.
Seeing this, Xiangliu grew even more anxious.
Ink City.
"How is it going?"
Sun Yingxiong was somewhat distracted. Only after a moment did he ask wearily.
"According to the reports from the front, it's a stalemate."
The middle-aged man put down the phone in his hand as he spoke.
Sun Yingxiong nodded lightly. "Mm, understood."
The middle-aged man withdrew.
Sun Yingxiong rose, sighed softly, took out his phone, and found a number to call. "Begin."
After hanging up, helplessness was written all over his face. "Holding down the rear really is stifling."
Deep in the mountains not far from Demon-Suppressing Pass.
A burly man put down his phone, clenched his fist, and pumped it with some excitement.
He turned around.
Behind him, people filled the mountainside.
"Everyone, the Reserve Corps has honed its sword for two