Jianming even approached slightly, thinking of trying to defend the marquis, but soon retreated.
It was too late.
His eyes were already empty, and his body was just a dry shell.
"Ah..." Jianming inhaled heavily before his lips broke into a beastly roar.
"COME TO ME, PIGS! MEET YOUR DEATH!"
And immediately, the demons responded, throwing themselves toward him like a crazed mob of transcendent power, blades, axes, and blood spears appearing in their hands.
The entire center of the capital was immediately reduced to dust by the impact between them and Jianming.
The only exception was the five-colored pavilion, protected by powerful defensive arrays.
Jin Hao had to retreat hastily, throwing himself back into the protection of the arrays, just in time to avoid becoming mincemeat.
For the first time in many years, Jianming, now with only one functioning arm, decided it was time to use his domain.
