Not enough, not enough at all.

"It's not even enough to fill a gap between my teeth!"

"Little bugs, give me more!"

"Come to me, let me warm your hearts!"

"Martial arts, crunchy and satisfying!"

"After three thousand years, it has finally reappeared!"

Ancient demons unleashed their power, and pillars of demonic energy shot into the sky, tearing the clouds apart.

"Humans, run for your lives!"

"The farther you run, the more excited I get to eat!"

"Caw caw caw caw!"

The group of demonic beasts made sounds indistinguishable from those of humans.

But this sound was like the death knell.

The demonic beasts moved forward at a leisurely pace, each step causing the earth to tremble violently.

The dull, drum-like footsteps approached with fear.

"Long Xiaotian of the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Alliance is here! Brothers who aren't afraid of death, follow me and charge!"

Just then, someone else rushed out.

Although Long Xiaotian's surname is Long, he has no connection with the Ten Thousand Blades Sect.

He was a rogue cultivator living in Tianjiang City.

His cultivation level was so high that even among rogue cultivators, he was virtually unknown.

Originally, he would have been like most rogue cultivators, failing to make a name for himself.

But the emergence of the Martial Arts Alliance restored his confidence.

Even martial artists with low cultivation levels can have their own place.

Wearing the Martial Arts Alliance uniform restored his confidence as a man, both at home and outside.

He couldn't betray this outfit, even if it meant death!

As Long Xiaotian rushed out of the city gate, several more figures passed by him.

These figures were all wearing the black robes standard for the Martial Arts Alliance.

There was neither grand pronouncements nor overwhelming wealth.

What propelled them forward was an ideal that should have been extinguished but was rekindled.

They charged in silence, and then died in silence.

The gap in strength can never be bridged by courage.

The second wave of martial arts alliance warriors were quickly wiped out!

The approaching behemoth offered no hope whatsoever.

But a third wave of people still appeared.

These people included soldiers who had initially fled, as well as guards from the caravan.

They were dressed differently, but they made the same choice.

Then, the third wave of people died.

Then came the fourth wave, the fifth wave...

In the end, the people who rushed out became familiar figures from the streets and alleys.

A butcher carrying a pig-slaughtering knife, a vendor gripping a carrying pole, a gentleman holding a ruler, an old man leaning on a cane...

"Humans are still the same as always. Do they really think that buying them this little bit of time will allow others to escape?"

Looking at the ordinary people rushing out of the ruins, Chi Mei's mocking expression deepened.

"Humans always love to move themselves like this!"

"These ordinary people aren't even worth eating!"

"East, South, West, and North—each of you define your own territory!"

"Red Demon, you should be very familiar with the human forces!"

On this day in Jiangcheng, where is the strongest force located?

One after another, the old demons stared intently into the city wall, their eyes filled with increasingly intense killing intent.

"If you want to eat Faxiang, go find it yourself!"

After saying that, Chi Mei prepared to speed up.

It's a little hungry after playing for so long.

The Dharma Image of the Ten Thousand Blades Sect should taste delicious.

"Huh?"

Just as Chi Mei was about to set off, the Serpent Lord's soft sigh was like a thunderclap.

The demons, who were originally on the verge of bloodlust and going berserk at any moment, instantly became alert, and they temporarily ignored the ordinary people who rushed towards them.

The serpent lord standing atop the crimson demon turned its head to look southwest, sensing the fluctuations of primordial divine power.

This fluctuation seems familiar!

A hint of surprise flashed in the Serpent Lord's eyes.

Soon, the Serpent Lord remembered where the sense of familiarity came from.

It had sensed this fluctuation a few months ago.

Jin Yao died precisely because he was chasing this fluctuation.

If I remember correctly, the person who led the killing of Jin Yao was named Li Fan.

That's interesting!

I can't believe I ran into him here.

I heard this kid is an extraordinary genius who hasn't been born yet.

Its favorite thing to do is to annihilate human monsters.

Full speed ahead!

The Serpent Lord pointed in the direction from which the fluctuations were coming.

Although Li Fan is weak, the Serpent Lord will not let his guard down.

After all, when it comes to strategy, humans are far superior to monsters.

The Serpent Lord's greatest strength lies in overwhelming his enemies with absolute superiority, even if the enemy is merely a tenth-grade Dharma Image Perfection cultivator.

The tremors on the ground ceased.

Giant demons soared into the air and charged towards the southwest.

"The demonic beasts... have retreated?"

"We survived?"

"Damn it, that scared the hell out of me!"

Watching the departing demons, one by one, their figures collapsed to the ground.

Courage is often fleeting.

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

Immediately afterwards, figures scattered and fled.

......

Among the fleeing crowd was a middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar was none other than Zhang Chunxiang, one of the overlords of Jiangzhou and the head of Taihu Pavilion.

His original intention in coming here was to slay the demon, but when he arrived, he realized that he had been thinking too much.

Just by sensing the aura of the blade, there is no one weaker than Long Daoji, the number one person in Jiangzhou.

Such a terrifying monster was simply beyond his ability to deal with.

Even if he were to flee, he wouldn't dare to do so openly.

He would surely die if discovered by those monsters.

"They've retreated! The monsters have retreated!"

The sound from behind made Zhang Chunxiang stop in his tracks.

He carefully took off and gazed into the distance.

After confirming that the monster had truly left, he turned and fled northwards without looking back.

"Zhang Chunxiang, why are you running away?"

"Didn't they say there were demonic beasts? Come with me to slay them!"

Zhang Chunxiang hadn't gone far when she was stopped by someone coming from the opposite direction.

The man had a full head of white hair, a lean build, and carried a knife in his hand.

The aura of a tenth-grade Dharma image emanated from the old man's body.

But he was past his prime, and his blood and energy were no longer as vigorous.

The old man's surname was Long, his given name was Sansheng, and his cultivation level was barely at the early stage of the tenth-grade Dharma Image realm.

If it weren't for his son's name being Long Daoji, Zhang Chunxiang wouldn't have given him the slightest face.

But there was nothing he could do, even though his son happened to be named Long Daoji.

"Elder Long, this demon cannot be slain. Take my advice and hurry back to warn your people to run as far away as possible!"

Zhang Chunxiang looked back with lingering fear, afraid that the monster might launch a surprise attack.

Seeing Zhang Chunxiang's attitude, Long Sansheng stopped asking questions.

What could terrify Zhang Chunxiang must be an extremely powerful demon.

Looking at the collapsed buildings in the distance and the figures of people retreating from the ruins, Long Sansheng no longer hesitated: "Chunxiang, go to the Ten Thousand Blades Sect and tell them to evacuate!"

"Elder Long, if I may be so blunt, your going there is tantamount to suicide!"

Those demonic beasts are beyond your ability to handle!

Zhang Chunxiang said.

"I know, but they're not afraid to die, so how can I, at my age, just live on?"

After saying this, Long Sansheng flew away.

With mixed feelings, Zhang Chunxiang glanced at Long Sansheng, then fled into the city.

Undeniably, he admired Long Sansheng.

But he would never choose such a suicidal act.