The situation was even more severe than Qin Ming and the others imagined. Many villages and towns in the surrounding areas had fallen; demons come and go freely, treating villagers as slaves, forcing them to mine.
Yao Ruoxian's flawless face was full of icy intent—nothing could be worse than this. The order in this area had collapsed, and it was actually occupied by demons.
In every village, there were two or three demons, taking the villagers to mine daily, all carrying missions. They were absolutely reckless, and when hungry, they used villagers as blood meals.
Each place had become isolated islands, and the situation here was so brutal that Yao Ruoxian's killing intent soared, leading a team to purge the wolves, tigers, and leopards from the area overnight.
"Speak, where do you come from, who is your king?" The female grandmaster, with silver hair, was very old, but even tonight her emotions were intensely fluctuating, wanting a massive killing spree.
