C103 (1/2)

The next day, the sky lit up.

Ling Hao directly headed towards White Stone City. As he flew, he saw a large group of refugees. After listening to the woman's narration, he knew that these were the commoners who had luckily escaped from White Stone City.

When he arrived at White Stone City, Ling Hao stood at the bottom of the city and looked at the thick black mist in front of him. Demonic energy raged and he released his primordial spirit to sense that there were at least a thousand demons inside.

These demons were all sentient beings.

Trees, flowers, wolves.

A few were even Rank 3 Demonic Beasts.

At the gate there was a young man on horseback, and on either side of him nearly a hundred people were looking around.

A middle-aged man covered in blood crawled out of the city gate. It seemed that something was chasing him.

His eyes were filled with fear, but his limbs were nimble.

That young man was the fourth prince, Yang Feilong. He had built a refugee camp on the west side of White Stone City. That was where Ling Hao had come from.

”Quick, quickly go and support them!” When Yang Feilong saw that someone had escaped, he quickly ordered the people beside him to come over.

At this moment, a huge python came out from the door. Its ferocious head opened its big mouth and was about to swallow the middle-aged man in one gulp.

”No!”

Yang Feilong was at the fifth level of Good Fortune, but it was too far away for him to pass it in an instant. His eyes immediately became red with impatience.

Suddenly, a white-clothed youth appeared in his pupils. The youth's sword pierced through the python's body, causing blood to splash onto the middle-aged man's face.

This scene shocked everyone.

A deity?

Demons?

”Why haven't you left yet?” Ling Hao said as he brandished his long sword. The giant python was cut into pieces.

The middle-aged man stood up and fled crazily.

Ling Hao pushed open the city gates with a single palm strike.

”Friend, do you want to go in? They're all demons. ”

Even if Yang Feilong was at the fifth level of Manifestation, he did not dare to rashly go in. His reinforcements would arrive in three days.

There was no need to helplessly watch this white-clothed youth die, so he kindly reminded him.

”Yes, I want to slaughter all the demons.”

Ling Hao held the Netherworld Sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He ignored Yang Feilong's warning and directly entered the city.