"Although this incident has ended, Hong Jiuxiang suffered such a major loss and will certainly not let it go, we need to be more vigilant." In a room under the Demon Suppression Tower, Li Daoxuan was having a conversation with Wang Xindong.
Wang Xindong was listening very seriously.
Suddenly, he heard a loud noise, looked up, and saw black smoke billowing from the Demon Suppression Tower in the square.
"What's going on!?" Wang Xindong's eyebrows twitched fiercely, "Is it a disturbance in the earth's veins? But even a disturbance shouldn't cause this."
"It must be caused by a large number of demonic spirits and shadowy creatures breaking their seals," Li Daoxuan also looked up, but his voice was much calmer.
"Just after becoming the Tower Master, and such a big incident occurs."
"Should we lend a hand?" Wang Xindong said anxiously, "So many demons, it's hard to deal with."
