Time flew by.
Late that night.
In the dead of night.
At this moment.
On the battlefield outside the city, all the corpses had been incinerated by a great fire, leaving behind only ash and a few scattered remains.
Just then, three figures appeared.
A closer look revealed them.
One was a slovenly old Daoist, another was a young maiden whose face was hidden by a light veil, and the last was a mysterious person wearing a Clown Mask.
"Heh heh."
The slovenly old Daoist chuckled. "You two are right on time. Since you're here, let's get started. The longer we wait, the more can go wrong."
"What a pity."
The veiled young maiden sighed softly. Her voice was gentle, her tone tinged with regret. It was a captivating sound that made one yearn to see her true face. "It's still a bit too early. If only we could have waited another half-month for the number of refugees and victims to reach one hundred thousand."
"Then,"
