Yuan Changning’s body crashed to the ground, transforming back into a massive golden lion. Lan Yueyao turned, her gaze sweeping over the massed demons behind her. “Interesting. Of the four Demon Lords, three are here.” Xibo, his face pale, and he stammered, “My Queen… aren’t you in Yandu?” “If I were in Yandu, how could I have seen you all…
The scorching flames of black fire spread rapidly, engulfing every inch of the tree trunk and illuminating the night sky as bright as day. Suddenly, a powerful figure burst from the burning vines and plummeted toward the ground. A streak of golden light followed closely behind, tearing through the sky with a piercing, whistling sword cry. Yuan Changning, seemingly caught…
Suddenly, something coiled around Yao Zhu’s waist, yanking her out of the suffocating horde of demons. Clutching Xuan Yu tightly, Yao Zhu gasped in relief and looked toward the source of the vine that had saved her. Ah, isn’t that…? Before she could finish the thought, the vine around her waist shook violently. Startled, she looked down and saw that…
In the silent desert, a sleek black figure moved swiftly across the dunes, running eastward. Xuan Yu straightened up, her hand resting on the soft fur beneath her, and gazed at the distant town’s twinkling lights. She whispered. “Yao Zhu.” The fox beneath her hummed questioningly. “After being away for so many years, do you think my father will still…
In the quiet of the night, the small town slept, unaware that a bloody massacre was unfolding in a manor to the southeast. A discordant tune echoed through the courtyard. A slender figure walked through the pools of blood, slowly approaching the woman huddled on the ground. She tossed something at her feet. It rolled, stopping at the woman’s feet….