Five days later.

The twentieth day of the eleventh lunar month. 

The Great Zhou’s Imperatorial Province, outside the Cloudriver Prefectural Capital. 

The twilight skies were gray, and the crescent moon was as red as blood.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Shouting and the sounds of slaughter reverberated throughout heaven and earth.

A group of Grandmasters lead a massive army of martial artists as they clashed with the swarm of beasts just outside the city gates.

The dense swarm of beasts surged like a tide. They’d practically surrounded the entire Cloudriver Prefectural Capital. Their ranks stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly without limit.

The city had only about twenty Grandmaster Realm experts, and each led a platoon of hundreds of martial artists into the fray. All were bathed in blood.

Numerous figures stood atop the city walls, watching nervously from afar.

Family Head Yuan Wutong was among them, his brow knit with deep worry.

The slaughter below shook the heavens, and the blood formed rivers deep enough to float a shield on. Time and time again, they struck the beasts’ vanguard, keeping them away from the city gates. The ground was soaked with blood and covered in corpses.

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