The True Form of Night Demon

As the vines stretched out, sharp and claw-like, a terrifying, sinister aura surged wildly.

The desert, which had been calm and peaceful, suddenly emitted eerie cries, sounding like the wails of a child, sending chills down everyone's spine. Even those who weren't martial artists could feel the surrounding temperature drop drastically.

"It's over, the Night Demon has appeared," someone muttered in horror.

"How many years has it been since a Night Demon wandered in the safe passage? And now, it's here again!"

Gao Ang shouted loudly, his face grim: "Everyone, pack your things quickly. We need to leave immediately and head toward the nearest caravan gathering point. We only have half a stick of incense's worth of time. After that, if we haven't packed up, we'll lose everything!"

"Quickly!!"

Upon hearing Gao Ang's voice, many began to pack their belongings.

Zhao Heng, the captain of the Divine Mystery Guard, looked to Princess Zhenyuan, waiting for her orders.