The resentful wind howls, like evil ghosts whispering.
The gray fog gradually approaches, engulfing the sky above Peace Town.
The bright moon is completely obscured.
The temperature suddenly drops at night, and even wearing thick clothes, one can feel the piercing cold.
Wang Xiaoyi's face turns pale instantly, and his wide eyes stare straight at Zhou Dao.
With his mouth wide open, it's like a floodgate had burst open. One moment he said that it was safe within the demon control department, and the next moment, the demonic energy outside has thickened to an almost paste-like consistency.
"What... what's going on?" Wang Xiaoyi asks in horror.
This time, the commotion is even more terrifying than before.
The ground trembles, and the entire Demon Control Department feels like a leaf in the wind.
"Today, we will break this town and feast."
"Trample the Demon Control Department, humans have oppressed us for far too long; it's time for some payback."
