At almost the same instant, the two Marquises, Li and Wang, felt a sense of foreboding.
Their powerful Primordial Spirit senses detected an unconcealed, surging wave of violent demonic aura.
"They're here!" Marquis Li's voice was firm and decisive.
"Go!" Marquis Qingyuan barked.
In an instant, the three figures transformed into streaks of multicolored light and burst through the roof.
They raced toward the southeastern city wall at astonishing speed, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.
When they stood atop the towering alloy city wall, the distant skyline was already shrouded by a thick cloud of demonic miasma.
Seven figures of varying forms, all radiating a terrifying pressure, broke through the clouds. They hovered high in the sky outside the city, exuding a suffocating presence.
The demonic aura crashed against the city's energy shield like a tidal wave, sending ripples across its surface.
