The messenger of death, Zhu Yan, floated at the city gate.
He was clearly a Messenger of death, a ghost from a different world from a stranger, but he gave people a sense of security.
The soul binding chain in her hand could make people feel at ease as long as they heard this voice.
Although Chu Liang was a mortal, he had never interacted with mortals. His only thought was to save the world.
This way, the forces in huangdu could be more at ease.
"Since I can guarantee your entry, I can also guarantee your exit." Chu Liang's voice had just fallen when a vicious look appeared on his face.
Zhu Yan's brows were tightly locked together, and the soul capturing chain in her hand moved without any wind, emitting a clanking sound.
"There's a great evil." Zhu Yan's expression turned grave.
Hearing her words, many of the soldiers shuddered.
