Black clouds gathered, a dull thunderclap echoed, as blinding lightning tore through the sky.
Thick rain poured relentlessly.
Tracks of a carriage were left on the muddy road.
The entire street had been sealed off by the Demon Control Department, a team of Demon-slaying Guards stood next to a pile of ruins, green smoke rising, the surroundings filled with strong demonic energy.
Husky, like an earthbound dog, wagged his tail and sniffed around.
"How could this happen?" Zhou Dao looked serious, standing on top of the debris.
He could sense that a great battle had taken place here. However, the demon beast was anything but ordinary. Its methods were strange, and its demonic law was terrifying.
A remnant wave of the Divine Soul lingered here, clearly heavily damaged.
Without a doubt, this residual wave of the Divine Soul originated from Jiang Yuan.
"Miscalculated." Long Ao looked grim.
This bathhouse had been cursed and harbored a demon beast, the Mirage Mantis.