Dark red demon clouds covered the sky, and a black cloak fluttered above Qingzhou City.
A woman held a long sword at an angle, the guard of which was a jade flower tinged with green and white.
Numerous tears had opened on her shoulder, upon which ice frost was gradually melting.
Her graceful figure was suspended in midair.
Below her, the expansive Demon-suppression Bureau Office had collapsed to a great extent, with many colonels clad in cloud-patterned ink robes converging together like a dense black cloud.
But those who were typically majestic and fearsome, now appeared utterly insignificant under the dark red canopy.
Within the ruins, a girl surrounded by a cold light struggled beneath fallen timbers and broken bricks.
Boom—
Jiang Qiulan gently pushed away a huge roof beam, trying her best to maintain a calm expression as she attempted to rise. However, her slightly shaking palms and the gradually dispersing white mist in her pitch-black eyes revealed her true condition.
