When Lu Qingshan arrived at Yanglou Town, the fight below had nearly reached its end, with bloodstains everywhere alongside the ruins of walls and many incomplete bodies.
There were bodies of Origin Demons, but more were the corpses of the ordinary people of Yanglou Town.
Ji Chuan, alone with his sword, had managed to quell a great chaos in just a short time.
A woman was quietly weeping while holding the body of her child. Many others kneeled on the ground, endlessly thanking Ji Chuan, who had reached out to save them, by kowtowing in gratitude.
Lu Qingshan descended slowly with his Sword Control.
Ji Chuan's expression was somewhat somber. "The leading Origin Demon attacking Yanglou Town was only at the mid-Fourth Grade, insignificant to me. Yet, for these small families, it is a calamity capable of wiping them out.
Now, I can handle just one attack, but I fear simultaneous outbreaks will be too much to handle."
