One, two, three… ninety-eight.
Wang Chen counted every living being loitering near the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo, each one shamelessly basking in the protection they didn't deserve. His divine sense swept through them like a thin razor, and from several bodies he felt it —
The faint, cold taint of demons pretending to be human.
His resolve hardened instantly.
Ever since the news of Wind and Thunder Imperial City's destruction spread like wildfire, panic clung to the continent like a plague. Ordinary people had begun losing their sanity; some fled, some begged, some simply screamed into the night. The immortal cities were supposed to be safe havens, fortresses humanity relied upon…
Yet even they were falling.
Wind and Thunder Imperial City had collapsed in a single night.
Green Plain City was under siege.
And for some inexplicable reason, the demons completely ignored the imperial city of the Song family.
Wang Chen didn't understand it. He didn't need to.
One truth was enough:
