The land of San Qin, the lead-black thick clouds were repeatedly pierced through.
Two figures flew one behind the other, one like the red sun, the other like wind and snow, both hurrying, passing by a city under siege by the Celestial Demons without any stop.
There were others to handle it.
The two came from the Qilian Mountain Range, aiming directly at Yong'an, the most severely affected area.
"Deathwing's revival came too suddenly; we've all underestimated the abilities of Outer Heaven. This group of beasts seems low-key, but their harm isn't much less than that of the Purgatory Sect.
Nasario had been lurking in the dark for who knows how long, just for today. We ought to take this as a lesson."
The elder holding a horsetail whisk looked worried and sighed helplessly.
He was ordered to go to Qilian, leaving Yong'an vulnerable to invasion.
Demon Mountain is about to revive; the siege is imminent and unavoidable.
