Linjiang Prefecture, Qingfeng Mountain.
Viewing Sword Gorge.
Dozens of robust demon horses, never resting day or night, were beating their hooves, stirring up clouds of dust.
Accompanied by a long sigh.
The colonel, wearing a black cloak, dismounted and looked toward the neatly arranged row of tents ahead.
It was early morning, and the campfires, damp with dew, crackled among the blackened coals, sending up wisps of white smoke.
About a dozen Golden Eagle Commandants' corpses had been collected together, each with sword wounds covering their bodies, skin split, flesh torn, bones visible.
Hong Lei led a demon horse, his eyelids twitching slightly.
If the outer camp colonels were more like wandering heroes from the pugilistic world, skilled in joint investigations and case handling, then the inner camp colonels were military, forming the Demon Suppressing Grand Array with scores of men, pushing through the demon lairs as if cutting through bamboo.
