The Celestial Pass Thirteen Cities, King Xiangg City!
Three thousand miles outside the city, the plains stretched as far as the eye could see. A vast, dark mass covered the land—the Beastman Army. An air of grim slaughter permeated the void.
"It seems we've come at a bad time!" In the distant sky, aboard a silver roc, a youth in purple robes watched the massive army ahead and murmured faintly.
Lan Xinyu replied, "This must be the Beastman Army besieging the city. They should retreat in a few days."
"It's getting late. We need to find a place to rest. Master, I can charge through with you." The Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc glanced at the sky and took the opportunity to speak.
"Don't move just yet. Even if we could break through the Beastman legion, we wouldn't be able to enter King Xiangg City. They might mistake us for enemies and alert the powerhouses within the city."
