According to the soldiers stationed on the city wall.

Originally, it was just a small red cloth that drifted in from the depths of the desert with the wind.

At first, everyone just thought it was some kind of garbage.

Unexpectedly, when it reached the center of the city, it suddenly grew larger.

Its scope even extends directly to the border.

Fengling swung her sword upwards, attempting to tear the red cloth.

But they found it was impossible; the attacks hit it as if they were hitting a projection, passing right through it.

At this moment, Ruo Qingyan, nestled in Feng Ling's arms, couldn't help but say:

"This is... a demon realm! It's actually a mobile demon realm!?"

Feng Ling said with a solemn expression:

How do we break it open?

Ruo Qingyan shook her head:

"There's no way unless we find a way in."

He stood in the air, gazing intently at the curtain in the sky.

Without a doubt, this was the work of the bride.

The city beneath their feet was now on the verge of falling.

However, his powerful spiritual arts cannot be used in this situation, as they could easily harm innocent people.

Countless demons were still falling from the sky.

They can't take care of either end at all.

So he swung his sword and killed all the demons he could see.

At the same time, carrying Ruo Qingyan, we immediately flew down from the city, saving as many as we could.

The spiritual energy within the city filled the entire city, rendering the low-level demons unable to move, but the powerful demons continued to wreak havoc.

Every minute, every second, there is laughter and killing.

Fengling held Ruo Qingyan in her arms without saying a word the entire time.

Ruo Qingyan, nestled in Fengling's arms, watched this hell on earth from the perspective of an outsider.

She saw an old woman holding a headless child in her arms, blood splattered on her desperate face.

She was crying, her hoarse, aged wails echoing through the air.

"My child..."

But her child will never come back.

She saw a man holding his wife, crying uncontrollably with tears streaming down his face, shouting Fengling's name to the sky.

He hoped the wind chimes could save his wife; similarly, the deceased could not return.

If he were to return, it would be in a different way, a way that terrifies him.