The demons had rushed onward, unheeding of their lives, believing that everything would end the moment they killed Zhou Ying. However, the Zhou Ying they had found had dispersed into a flurry of leaves, just like that.

It was as though they had been hard at work treasure-hunting, searching and sleuthing for clues along the way, forging forward because of the promise of an amazing treasure lying just ahead. They had a few dicey encounters, lost their loved ones, backstabbed their companions, killed their brothers with their own hands—and when they finally reached the location of the treasure and opened the shining golden doors to the vault, they found... nothing.

There was...