It was just a rough count.
There were nearly ten thousand!
Looking at those figures fluttering in the mist and clouds, Qi Xiu's gaze grew cold.
These were all once living people!
The Patrol Night Rakshasas pressed in step by step. Their demonic aura was turbid and thick, compressing the air until it thinned. Watching them, Qi Xiu clenched his fists, sneered, and said,
"For some reason, I suddenly feel like being reckless today."
As his words fell, just as the five Patrol Night Rakshasas were about to lift their hands, Qi Xiu violently stomped forward!
BOOM—
The ground sank thunderously. Massive, web-like cracks instantaneously spread in all directions. The solid earth quaked like the surface of water, raising waves of soil, while tiles from the surrounding houses fell clattering down.
"Be careful! This lad is a martial cultivator!"
