The eastern gate of Ziluo City had fallen!

The boundless army of evil spirits was flooding into the city.

A foot-tall crow shot through the distant darkness, its feathers flowing with dark luster.

It appeared atop that blood mountain in a flash, standing on the shoulders of the Dark Vassal.

“Strange. Why did the Cui Family give up its resistance? Old Block, do you think there’s an ambush waiting for us in Ziluo City?” The crow’s blood-red eyes flashed.

“Who would make unnecessary sacrifices even knowing they’re sure to lose?” said the Dark Vassal, his voice calm, without even the slightest ripple of emotion. 

His entire body was covered in a black cloak. Only his dust-colored eyes were visible, and he emanated a chaotic, calamitous aura.

As he spoke, he swung his sleeves.

Boom!

The massive blood-colored mountain covered in countless strange Dao Markings suddenly shrank many times over, transforming into a blood-red seal and falling into the Dark Vassal’s outstretched palm. 

“Forget it. Even if they did set up an ambush, with the methods the Cui Family displayed today, there’s no way they’re any match for me....