Luo Yan pressed his index finger against his brow, his voice filled with sorrow.
"So... the ones I rescued from the water, they sold their souls to the Demon?"
General Hamoldon nodded, speaking in a heavy tone.
"It seems so at the moment... I trust my soldiers, and your territory has not suffered corruption from Hell over the years, which suggests that the original inhabitants of Withered Wood Port are simple and honest people. This only leaves one explanation—they ran to the depths of the Sun Step Mountain Range and drew a Teleportation Array for summoning demons. At this point, cursing them is meaningless. We can only take precautions to prevent greater consequences."
Luo Yan's expression became complex upon hearing this, and after a moment, he sighed.
