At night, Xiaoshan Town was pitch-black, without even a single candle flame.
This was because its villagers had either fled to Ling Province, died on the road while escaping the chaos, or been killed by demons.
The place had become a demon village through and through, and demons had no need for light.
Demons came from all sorts of strange origins. Some slept during the day, some at night, and some barely slept at all.
In the darkness of Xiaoshan Town, many figures could be seen stirring.
A series of footsteps rang out on the Official Road next to Xiaoshan Town.
It was a group of Daoists and a group of monks.
They moved quickly and lightly, but the demons in Xiaoshan Town still sensed their arrival.
"ROAR!"
A heaven-shaking tiger's roar erupted.
The demons of Xiaoshan Town charged toward the strange group on the Official Road in a chaotic frenzy.
The Daoists wielded their swords and the old monks their staves, clashing with the demons.
