Above the county town.
Jiang Yuanhua gave Shen Yi a deep look, no longer dallying, for the other party had secured him the most crucial time.
There was no greater rise and fall than this.
The matter was far from over; he was still the General of Qingzhou, far from the moment when he could throw in the towel and give up in despair.
His sword cleaved through the sky like a rainbow piercing the sun, tearing away the crimson fog as he rushed toward Qingzhou City!
"..."
The Howling Moon Demon King hunched, gripping the Crescent Moon Blade tightly in both palms.
The face of the youth before him was unfamiliar; it couldn't even name him, yet under its very eyes, Qingzhou had quietly gained a Primordial Grandmaster.
The Wolf King suddenly remembered the five Demon Monarchs under its command that had vanished without a trace.
It had suspected that Qingzhou was hiding a crafty warrior, but it never imagined him to be of the Primordial Realm.
It was simple logic.
