A thousand-feet high tsunami clearly drawn by the towering golden ship, a magical treasure, headed straight for Demon City.
The sea was a crimson red, layers of corpses piled up, and resentment soaring into the skies.
Tens of thousands of human clan cultivators and demons, just like Tao Qian, had their eyes locked onto the person on the golden ship.
He appeared to be a young male cultivator in his thirties, tall and thin, with a gaunt appearance. Dressed in blue robes and wearing a scholar's square scarf, his eyes cunning like those of a sly fox. Anyone who looked at his face and witnessed his actions would angrily proclaim, "What a malevolent scholar!"
Much like another encounter Tao Qian had in Southern Yue with an alchemist saint child, Qin Wuxiang, this man was also from the Cavernous Mystery Realm.
But his methods were even more ruthless and clever than those of Qin Wuxiang.
Hearing Shan Jiu's story, Tao Qian had already realized the cause of this horrifying scene:
