The empty moon hung high as hordes of demons surged from all around. Li Fan could only hear the city's sounds just beyond the wall: the wild beasts' screams of rage, the explosive sounds of flesh rending apart, and the gruesome melody of chewing and swallowing, all permeated by an iron-like, odd fragrance in the air.
He could do nothing but suppress his hunger and thirst, scurrying back and forth atop the wall, using the cover of night to remain hidden. Whenever he spotted a Hu Lu carelessly falling into the ditch, he would pounce, stabbing and slashing at their kidneys and throats. Fortunately, the Extremely Evil Sword was sharp enough, killing even divine beings in one strike, let alone these Nascent Soul beings. Moreover, Li Fan would follow up with additional strikes until he felt a surge of satisfaction—ensuring he left no room for trouble.
