Under the crushing urgency in his chest, he didn't dare to waste even a heartbeat.
But despite all of it…
He was still one breath too late.
The ancient city of Wind and Thunder—once a proud fortress—was completely surrounded by demons. The entire horizon boiled with abyssal figures. Three-eyed demons wielding grotesque, mountain-sized weapons hammered the city walls. Every strike sent violent shockwaves through the land, pulverizing stone and cracking ancient arrays that had stood for centuries.
Succubi drifted through the smoke like ghosts, their laughter sharp and cruel. Each gesture of their pale fingers turned Wind and Thunder soldiers into puppets with broken wills, forcing them into nightmare dances of slaughter. Soul devourers slithered through alleyways, invading the bodies of weak cultivators—twisting their spines, bending their limbs, leaving them as grotesque marionettes tearing through their own people.
In minutes—just minutes—the mighty city collapsed.
