In the midst of the demons' panic, Yi Chen's ferocious voice came again.
"Anyone who dares to move will be killed on the spot. Everyone, stay in your place and do what you must."
"I, the Dominator of the Demon Sun, do not have a good temper! Would you like to try it?"
Under the sweep of Yi Chen's fierce gaze, the demons instantly fell silent, bowing their heads as the troop continued its march.
Thus, half a day passed by.
Yi Chen, looking at the towering and majestic red city walls in front of him, couldn't help but feel moved.
Youcheng, finally arrived.
At this moment, the merchant caravan that Yi Chen had commandeered had vanished without a trace.
Yi Chengzi, being a kind-hearted person, didn't kill a single demonkin. After interrogating the ram-horned demonkin from the caravan for information, he bundled them all up and sold them to a colossal merchant caravan they met along the way.