The Heaven-Devouring Rat squatted on Qin Ming's shoulder, shielding its eyes from the sun with its hand as it gazed into the distance. "I reckon those Demonic Cultivators from the Blood Refining Demon Sect should have arrived by now?"
Qin Ming looked at the utterly terrified refugees and sighed, "Yes, it should be so. Those Demonic Cultivators, with little provocation, poison living beings, using Cultivators' life souls and flesh to enhance their Demon Techniques, or to forge Demon Soldiers. Wherever they pass, a trail of devastation follows."
"With so many refugees pouring across the border, it indicates that the situation in Great Zhou has started to decline."
"Will Great Jin just stand by and watch as Great Zhou falls into the hands of these Demonic Paths?"
