Rivers of blood flowing along the terrain, floating islands of Demon flesh, frenzied Demon Souls, chaotic Source Qi, out-of-control treasures... No matter which kind, it was not an issue for Master Shenxiu and the Vajra Monks to protect themselves, but to also shield a million people was simply impossible.
Observers from the Seventy-two provinces also realized this and could not help but feel pity.
"Qiantang Province City will sooner or later fall, and a million people will suffer."
No sooner had this thought arisen than a Buddhist chant sounded from a distant territory.
Approaching rapidly, it arrived in an instant.
