A quarter of an hour later, Chu Zhiyuan floated back to the city gate.
Ding Huanchun and the others hurriedly came forward to greet him.
Chu Zhiyuan was calm and collected, as if returning from a spring outing, and smiled, "Could you please go clean up a bit, tidy up the scene, so as not to scare people."
"Mr., how many did you slaughter?" Ding Huanchun asked with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "All of them are dead."
Ding Huanchun's eyes widened.
The other City Guards also widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at him.
These demonic creatures were extremely skilled at escaping, with excellent qinggong, and were very cunning, escaping in all directions.
No matter how good Chu Zhiyuan's qinggong was, it was almost impossible for him to kill all those demonic creatures.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "There might be some that slipped through the net."
